across miles
same age my
father was on
the last day
of his life
but i only
feel half as dead
i have learned
that
prayers are
for cowards
you give them
away to the starving,
the
raped,
the children
massacred in churches,
and yet you
live
you grow fat
on hypocrisy
and cowardice
even as your
own death approaches
i refuse to
waste my time
digging a
grave for someone
whose corpse
is best
left for the
crows
--John Sweet
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