thoughts on war, on famine, on the leaders of great nations by John Sweet


these men with claws,
with the faces of crows, of
melted rubber and cracked plastic

bury the machines they’ve built,
then count backwards from one million

dig up blood

dig up splintered bone and
clumps of hair

get to know jesus
like you would a lover

break the news softly
that his father’s love is a lie

©2020 John Sweet




John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest poetry collections include HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications).


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