In the midst of tumbling drops
trampled by wheels upon puddles,
the sound of resurrection promised
itself.
Motorcycles' side mirrors bathed
in mist, the starer almost crying, lined
the course home swiftly moving.
Twilight in might, vehicular lights
formed a globule: a tunnel's...
Shoot whoever comes your way. Kill in whatever way whoever does not speak
the way you do. That's the smooth path.
Cleanse the way off dirt. Ease the pain.
That's all I can teach you. So you could
survive in my absence. So you could
stand your way. Whenever guns are
pointed at you. Guns...
Children
need to see the Christ pained
on his death,
they need to see
pixilated, blurred scars on TV
turning into flesh cut out by lashes,
they need no guidance from adults,
they need to be left interpreting
a man whispering his moans
to his unseen father,
they need
to smell the...