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Sent into Hell
with Good News to tell
a prophet-god
stepped from the sky

Later, high on a hill
the General Will
hung a man on a cross
till he died

Whereat half of the guilty
and all of the saints
did hang him forever
in plaster and paint

Whilst all of the Merchants
of Death and Death's kin
rage in gilt chains
forged of withholds and sin
.
they fought us back / we fought them down / on in the air / in on the ground / millennia / millennia / we carry on

from thundercloud / we fleet as rain / clapping corrugated tin / rising from the sea again / rising silently again

under dark assembled things / assembling / assembling / broken straws / severed wings / in all the ground a war of things / too late / we carry on
.

This poem was originally written with a couple of f-bombs in place of "fought" but in order to make it more accessible to a wider group of readers I've created this version. The other one is on this page somewhere.

Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry from common things.)
From out of the lights the Free Beings came
From out of the cities the Free Beings came

From out of the forests the Free Beings came
From out of the fields the Free Beings came

From out of the mountains the Free Beings came
From out of the darkness the Free Beings came

And the Free Beings are here
And the Free Beings are here

And the Free Beings are amongst us
.
sky heavy with snow
with burden of crows
old hemlock waiting
.
Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)
Below the smoking cliffs
We wait and parting ways

To live a while between the fires
You, there

And I
And Who had come

Already tall against the night
Eight threads

Eight shining cords
Of livingness

Are we not eight,
But one—Just so
.
Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)
Break my heart
Break my back
Waste my time
Bend my path

Do your best

I know freedom
Future
Hope
.
Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)
no saws
no taxidermied limbs
to swell the surgeon’s pride
none seen behind the gleam
and paint
no gangrene
formaldehyde
no ether
excrement
red bags
and waiting
uncleaned body trays

no, no
today the sun rises
with me
.
Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)
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