Saturday, April 2, 2016

John Sweet writes

with broken wings, with bruised hearts
& the future is prisons, you see, 
and the future is loss

let go of yr house, of yr 
children, but hang onto the hatred
that defines you

give up christ

give up all those pretty songs 
your mother used to sing

close in on holiness 
like a soldier taking aim 

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