magdalena spinola, always and forever

like dogs in
the kingdom of rain , like the
disappeared or the dying,

we are lost here
 

we are weeping on the

bloodstained steps of the
catholic church

 

we are walking down

rust-streaked valleys of

corrugated steel, and do you believe

in the burial grounds that exist

beneath these abandoned parking lots?
 

have your children

begun to hate you as much as

you hated your own father?
 

picture a dead letter office

filled with their prayers
 

picture your heroes grown

old and irrelevant

 

accept christ all you want but

don’t think that fucker

will ever have time for you

 

it isn’t who you kill but

what you believe

 

it’s never what your reasons are

but how good you look on

the cover of a magazine
 

gotta smile up into the dying sun

 

gotta let all that pain

flow straight through you

 

won’t ever feel any better than you

do at the moment of release