Wednesday, January 3, 2018

day THREE HUNDRED and FORTY NINE



the future written in your blood, not mine

a child drowned in
the father’s heart

a fist and then an apology
and then a fist again

war on a more
intimate level

patriotism
in place of art

when the enemy is on
                      all sides
there is nothing left
but to shoot in
every direction

--John Sweet

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