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Blood upon the Tartan
Contributed by
dumfries
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Saturday, 27th December 2003 @ 06:04:17 AM in AEST
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A hand reaches out.
A pool of blood is in the palm.
It drips between the fingers.
It falls on tartan below.
It grows the blackish stain.
The reddish-brown splashes up.
The blood in the splash falls away.
A stone shining and faceted begins to rise.
It is a garnet called "The blood of kings".
The hand scoops it up and takes it away.
The hand has no arm you can see.
Who is this jewel that comes from blood spent?
Why is it used to buy you and me?
Rita M.Edgar R.A.- Minnesota-US- C1993
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Re: Blood upon the Tartan
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by a_bear on
Wednesday, 14th January 2004 @ 08:25:58 PM AEST
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| beautiful..... |
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Re: Blood upon the Tartan
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by faith_my_eyes on
Thursday, 15th January 2004 @ 03:52:43 PM AEST
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Re: Blood upon the Tartan
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 07:53:17 AM AEST
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Because we lay fealty on our rocks and mounts and palisades of god. For one man whom shall own the glint of the high-borne sun, shall know length of thine eternal day, through the ages of Jacob's dreaming ruin.
And also . . . because we are worth it. |
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