sacred overkill
J. D. Mitchell-Lumsden

 

place by your hands        I was sent
me under my blood being children
because we last between ourselves another name
that nation beloved it        no secret
their war against places spread nothing except divide
should itself
greater after wishes rest save us
would fulfill until stones among sons
like days    saying other sides harm others

stand together
face house
earth idols nose
blind witnesses speaking words erring firmly
orders love turned obligation
imprisoned above pleased obligations
servants always seeking faces covered

 

 

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