Saturday, March 03, 2007

the child, cut in two

not the dying man
but his reasons

his hands
which are grabbing

which are empty and so
what would you
fill them with?

the bones of his children
is an obvious answer
so look past it

reinvent the circle
if you have to

build a better bomb

we have been in this desert
too long now and eating
nothing but the dreams
of the starving

we have been bleeding
for as long as we can
remember but
listen

every day brings us
closer to a darker age

every war is the one
that cannot be lost

this is what we tell the
widows as
we undress them



* originally published in christ the destroyer

1 comment:

Susan said...

Wow. Fabulous ending here, John. It sort of leaves one not knowing whether to cheer such clarity or weep because of it. Excellent.