don’t tell
anyone
this letter to the world, came
from me
I don’t want the other seven billion
stone walkers to know
I am mad
about being born
though it seems as good
a reason as any,
to be mad
I don’t want them to hear my screams
echoing off the walls of their caves
I don’t want them to see the blood
dripping from the Calvary Cross
from the nails they helped forge
I don’t want them to see the bloated bodies
in the trenches they helped to dig
I don’t want them to smell the scorched flesh
from the flash of Fat Man
or witness the mangled limbs of the children
of the drone drops
for who would want word
of these sights and sounds
with their morning coffee
who would want such
coughing colluding calamitous colors
to collide with their vision
of hammocks on sleepy summer lawns
or silent sifting snow on Christmas Eve
don’t tell any one of them
this is my letter to the world
for I would not want them
to stone me for my sins
or for the good news
I had to report
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
don’t tell
anyone
this letter to the world, came
from me
I don’t want the other seven billion
stone walkers to know
I am mad
about being born
though it seems as good
a reason as any,
to be mad
I don’t want them to hear my screams
echoing off the walls of their caves
I don’t want them to see the blood
dripping from the Calvary Cross
from the nails they helped forge
I don’t want them to see the bloated bodies
in the trenches they helped to dig
I don’t want them to smell the scorched flesh
from the flash of Fat Man
or witness the mangled limbs of the children
of the drone drops
for who would want word
of these sights and sounds
with their morning coffee
who would want such
coughing colluding calamitous colors
to collide with their vision
of hammocks on sleepy summer lawns
or silent sifting snow on Christmas Eve
don’t tell any one of them
this is my letter to the world
for I would not want them
to stone me for my sins
or for the good news
I had to report
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