Wednesday, May 23, 2018

day FOR HUNDRED and EIGHTY NINE


all of history


the desert at fifteen below and
you want to talk about god
to the starving and the slaughtered

you want to fuck the daughters
of the men you crucify

want to teach them the equation
that lets power become
more than love
and so this poem will be my
song of joy at the news
of your death

these words will be the stones
that grind your bones
into dust

--John Sweet

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