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a lifetime

by John Sweet


in the silvergrey afternoon in the

last year of freedom had a

reason to love you and my hands on

fire my teeth filed down to

points had a photograph of god

had his address his number and all of

those children starving in the

streets w/ their bright

shiny tears


all of those days spent waiting

for the phone to ring


digging holes to

bury the unwanted dead