hope_dies_last blueberries lined up against the stucco wall, under the baking mexican sun, both the criminals and innocent bystanders of my interrogated emotions face execution without trial. the soldiers of accusation, ready opponents, those men i think i should be, have ammuniton in hand, unwilling to understand there exists the right to contest. "READY!" fear falls to the hard-acked earth. anger pulls taut against the cords cutting into his wrist and shouts for justice. joy swallows and closes his eyes in acceptance. sadness smiles without showing his teeth. "AIM!" embarrassment soils himself. passion daydreams. reason pleads insanity. love cries a puddle at his feet. "FIRE!" hope dies last. 011113 what's it to you? who go blather from