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The HillockThe box is grinning
untruths again. Skewed palms
crack skyward, and thick flies boil
on a hillock made of hollow men.
The deadpan delivery of evening news
(is a rattle.)
The paltry sanctions and the UN Court
How could anyone push charnel,
behind smiling weather and sport?
Without something swelling dark
inside and peering through their skin?
And empathy would stir if the story were true
but I don't feel a thing.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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