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Tryst Feature Poet John Sweet |
| a cold spring afternoon in the world of darker truths |
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a flag and the shadow of a flag and everything in between the smell of burning and the sound of dirt falling on coffins and all of my selfish reasons for wanting to live all of these houses wrapped tight like shrouds around all of these breathing ghosts and if i find you in the room of empty chairs and you turn to me and smile i will call it faith if you give me the burning girl's name i will hold it like the beating heart of christ this is love this is the sound the springtime sky would make if it could sing and if you can't forget the war then at least forget the fact that children are dying forget the fact that they are taken from their homes by men they've known their entire lives and found four days later in shallow graves at the desert's edge i've been told it can be done i've been told that brutality is inevitable this much i think i believe © 2002 John Sweet Featured Poetry |