5/26/2021 Poetry by John Sweet Dane CC the bleeding horse sings one last song over the graves of 500,000,000 nameless victims and if all you are is a ghost or even if i find only one small place that isn’t enemy territory if the dogs have all eaten their fill of corpses call it a victory without naming the war let me rediscover hope let me drown in the ocean of your beauty it’s enough that what we have will still matter even when nothing else does amanzinita and even in the cold april rain, nothing grows from the dead man’s bones even in the act of hope there is a moment of collapse a house on fire all of these small animals dying frightened in the underbrush and who is it that sings the song of joy? who is it that loves you with words instead of actions? not all empty moments are wasted 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 A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications) and NO ONE STARVES IN A NATION OF CORPSES (2020 Analog Submission Press). Comments are closed.
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