where
the clouds broke apart for just a
frightened
moment
and the
sun suddenly and without warning
where
every dream was of christ
but
none of them were of salvation and
when
she spoke it was in someone
else’s voice
when
she asked if there was any
reason
to keep on going it
was too
cold to answer
leaves
torn from poisoned trees in
bitter
november wind and
all of
our doors locked against it
the
illusion of safety
the
children growing older
a
weapon hidden in every room and
then a
body found buried
beneath
some suburban back porch
a woman
naked and
chained
in the basement
smaller
wars with only victims and
you
said this was better
because
it cost you nothing
a river
run black with blood
and you
said it tasted fine
said
there was nothing left for me
to do
but close my eyes and jump
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