Tuesday, August 28, 2012

psalm with the weight of nails through flesh

pale yellow sunlight on
the bleeding horse
and the shadows he casts swallowed by
the shadow of something larger

the houses ending suddenly where
these barren fields begin

wind and the smell of gasoline
and the sound of the interstate

the idea of somewhere better
which is probably a lie

there is no escaping disease

there is no escaping addiction

look at these men
who have died for god
and then look at the catholic church

look at the diseased fingers
of priests
picking through the bones of
the past

count the number
of children raped in the name of
there is
so much left to destroy

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