Michael Veremans Biography

I was a boy made of iron,
Standing lone on a starry hill
Watching a night city
Of diamonds and gold
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They were satisfied to hold a riot,
Gathering in their hundreds
To talk about their purpose
(For they were well versed
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Every face of light
In the speeding grey night
Shows tear streaked porcelain
Watching the yellow butterflies
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An airplane flew slowly across the horizon
And it looked like an angel, or a fiery wasp.
Its wings spread against the sky,
Towards the sea amidst columns of grey smoke.
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It rained dramatically,
It rained like crying,
It rained from a blue sky
Striped with electricity.
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