OUR MAN in EUROPE, Dave Delacroix: "Greco-Hiroshima."
(dedicato. Brain Pavlik. Long time Amigo.)
"OH the HORROR, the FASCINATION!?" with our arms & legs, the visible skeleton, your intimate X-ray (B-ZZZZ!), info-consumed, EX-hummed in the latest Archeological DIG!?
A necklace, bracelet, cooking-pot, the ancient HOOD in wind-swept RUIN? Not a glimpse, less U invent it, of JOY de VIE, that last kiss before "Mano e ManO", bloodied, slain at your door?
Olianis, his blood spattered on the Ceramics. Kesha. Burnt alive. Her bones in the oven! Lycia-ravaged, aftermath, the VOLCANO eruption to seal the crime
then usurped by ALIENS who dissect the SANCTITY of our ending and enjoy, day's ending, at a nearby trattoria con Vino?
EONS fast forward. The Auschwitz Beer Resort. Hiroshima-Ground Zero Hotel. No volcanic gas to asphyxiate, but there will always be the "SEA PEOPLES", ...as WE, distracted, paint our own houses, temples, with visions of joy, the rictus-grin of greed-without!
c.2024. daveedelacroixdavid michael oxley, belize, consumate-groovey feeling. Herculaneum/Pompeii/Alexandria/all MINOAN, thera.
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