Friday, November 04, 2016


spent 2000 years building this
useless machine until the
voice of christ was nothing more
than a mouthful of rust

no dogs around his feet
no crows at his eyes
no need for religion

no sunlight at the end of may
and listen

this is not the edge of anything
these are only houses burning
slowly in a town without 

a future

these are my children
small and beautiful and if
all i have to give them are words
then we are nothing but lost

we are nowhere but home

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