talk about the age
of burning witches as if it’s
a thing of the past
remember
the confidence of youth
hold your ground
the coldest days
are the brightest
squint into the overwhelming
roar of distant massacres
talk about both time and space
these men with their faces
painted white, black smudged
around their eyes, mouths &
teeth smeared with the blood
of other people’s children
the gun is invented,
and then the bomb
killing one martyr at a time
is inconvenient, inefficient
picture the face of god
as an explosion at
ground zero
blinding
overwhelming
you will know it only
once before you die
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
in the palace of exiles
walk to the far edge of the
field and shoot yourself
would this be considered lost
or would it be considered
found?
believe in christ
as a fever dream
scream at the hills
throw the baby in the river
no one offers you hope
without wanting something
in return
field and shoot yourself
would this be considered lost
or would it be considered
found?
believe in christ
as a fever dream
scream at the hills
throw the baby in the river
no one offers you hope
without wanting something
in return
Thursday, January 22, 2009
responding to the critics
and sometimes
they write to talk about
discipline
and sometimes to lecture
about the need for
hope
sometimes
i send them pictures
of nuns hanging raped and
murdered from the trees
of central america
we all need to
believe in something
they write to talk about
discipline
and sometimes to lecture
about the need for
hope
sometimes
i send them pictures
of nuns hanging raped and
murdered from the trees
of central america
we all need to
believe in something
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Grace
What it is, after everything, is that his wife
feels cheated, and so she leaves.
There is silence, and then there are
all of the sounds that help define it.
There are the dead and the dying,
and he is one or he is the other.
He is counting the days.
He is walking backwards.
The sunlight feels good on
his useless hands.
feels cheated, and so she leaves.
There is silence, and then there are
all of the sounds that help define it.
There are the dead and the dying,
and he is one or he is the other.
He is counting the days.
He is walking backwards.
The sunlight feels good on
his useless hands.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
lazarus, reinvented
and you and i in
the brutal light of
empty prayers, and
you and i in the
relentless shadow
of sorrow
thought the words
were what mattered
thought the truth
would be enough
jesus christ,
what a fool i was
the brutal light of
empty prayers, and
you and i in the
relentless shadow
of sorrow
thought the words
were what mattered
thought the truth
would be enough
jesus christ,
what a fool i was
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
borderland
faces painted dark and bright and
all of them hidden at
the edges of february fields
men of power
grown fat on lies
the women they have come to own
piles of skulls left to
mark where one country ends and
another begins
all of them hidden at
the edges of february fields
men of power
grown fat on lies
the women they have come to own
piles of skulls left to
mark where one country ends and
another begins
Saturday, January 03, 2009
ASH WILDERNESS
I added a link for this collection over in
my BOOKS section. My email is in my
Profile, if yr interested in ordering a copy.
my BOOKS section. My email is in my
Profile, if yr interested in ordering a copy.
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