As Popa Penetrates Deeper Into

The Bush Administration Doesn't Particularly Like Public Participation. It Makes Them Look Bad.

The World's Decay Where The Wind's Hands Have Passed, And My Head, Worn Out With Love, At Rest In My Hands, And My Hands Full Of Dust.

Nobody Knew The Iron Man Had Fallen. Night Passed.

The Iron Man Came To The Top Of The Cliff. How Far Had He Walked? Nobody Knows. Where Did He Come From? Nobody Knows. How Was He Made? Nobody Knows. Taller Than A House The Iron Man Stood At The Top Of The Cliff, At The Very Brink, In The Darkness.

He Was His Own Leftover, The Spat-out Scrag. He Was What His Brain Could Make Nothing Of.