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the need for words

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this is
obsession

a man on fire
in the memory of
a house

poems
rising like smoke

and what is prayer
but the
need for words?

and what are words
but emptiness
temporarily avoided?

even now
soldiers are digging
into the bellies of
women who hold
these beliefs

even now
steam rises from
unborn children

and who's god will
the smallest bones
be hung from?

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About John Sweet


John Sweet, born 1968, opposed to all that is evil. He has been living in the vast wasteland that is upstate New York for the majority of his life, is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the idea that true democracy is a myth. All pertinent facts about his life can be found somewhere in the vast piles of his unpublished works.

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