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“Take your children off the street!” Shades hunt little bones and meat Murderers and cannibals Shorn the night to moan and meet They prefer the nicked knot night To drum bones and bite young meat. Two kids are gone: no hide, no Seek. We’ll just find bones and meat. One kid had sweet salvation The other, just bone and meat. One kid bathed in ****** prayer The other, just bone and meat. Nothing found within a week All the press and parents meet While their guts digest little Brittle bones and chewy meat. Time passes and we forget All the boys we used to meet Playing in the woods and parks Forget our streets when we meet. *Your voice interrupts my time To groan my love’s bones and meat, Such subtle supplication: On the phone “Can we please meet?” At dinner “love the sinner” While cooks simmer bone and meat And in the sleet of the snow You let me know “I eat meat.” “Won’t you please come greet me at The station? That’s when we’ll meet.” “Hug your man lee boy,”* “He’s here!” Feed me, love me, watch me eat.”
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Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 4:20 PM UTC
God Harbors All Zealots and Liars
“Take your children off the street!” Shades hunt little bones and meat Murderers and cannibals Shorn the night to moan and meet They prefer the nicked knot night To drum bones and bite young meat. Two kids are gone: no hide, no Seek. We’ll just find bones and meat. One kid had sweet salvation The other, just bone and meat. One kid bathed in ****** prayer The other, just bone and meat. Nothing found within a week All the press and parents meet While their guts digest little Brittle bones and chewy meat. Time passes and we forget All the boys we used to meet Playing in the woods and parks Forget our streets when we meet. *Your voice interrupts my time To groan my love’s bones and meat, Such subtle supplication: On the phone “Can we please meet?” At dinner “love the sinner” While cooks simmer bone and meat And in the sleet of the snow You let me know “I eat meat.” “Won’t you please come greet me at The station? That’s when we’ll meet.” “Hug your man lee boy,”* “He’s here!” Feed me, love me, watch me eat.”
© 2011 M.Lee
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Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 4:20 PM UTC
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