This is the generation of love:<br >these are the lovers with sand in their teeth，<br >their words caught between dry lips，<br >the doves in olive trees， their wings torn<br >by branches; the generation of love is at play<br >These are the words of the generation of love<br >the machine gunning of soft eyes，<br >the smiles pressed between pages of books，<br >the hard coin of promises， the end<br >of laughter interned for the duration.<br >，tO<br >13<br >This is the song of the genen<br >the coughing of old men alo:<br >the laughter of children fore<br >fathers names， metal spoon. <br >sour liquors in steel cans in t<br >The world explodes， the do~<br >like stained snow falling fro<br >Shadows lift themselves on<br >and fall back to the ground<br >The generation of love sleel<br >hills， under steel stars child<br >broken into heaps of dead 1<br >of a clown touches fire to tI<br >sleep. This is the generatiol<br >is the tournament of the sh<br >This is the last dream of an<br >This is the speech of a ripl~<br >stabbing the throat of the . <br ><br ><br >