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< there again >
< jesus from el salvador >
< the field >
< today, i'm bringing about world peace >
< time to rest >
< one blank stone >
< there again >
i'm there again
and i was doing so well
you wrote in your letter
but it can change fast
and today
monday
going against type
was better than
sunday
when the bodies of the dead
were lying around
with their notes
carefully worded
hand lettered
they had pinned to themselves
not wanting us
to misread
to mistake them
for an accident
at least this once
let me make something to remember
after years of peanut butter sandwiches
read one
goodbye i didn't want to hurt you
but i've failed there too
another
don't let them know
you won't get the insurance
another
i hope you're satisfied
bitter
too much
i can't read any more
but that was yesterday
and now it's monday
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< jesus from el salvador >
jesus from el salvador is cleaning buildings
and tonight
he's in my office
vacuuming and emptying the waste baskets
and he's making money
and paying taxes
and because of the federal debt
his payroll deduction this friday
is just now going to pay
for the training
of the police
that tortured
and killed
his wife
and two children
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< the field >
the dead
will never come to greet us
so we go to them
go
to this field
filled with the frozen dead
as cold in summer
as in winter
and touch their granite monument
and name the few
who can be named
the granite's cold
and i am cold
and for now
i'm sad
but never long enough
if it was all of us
it would be
never long enough
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< today, i'm bringing about world peace >
This morning i was thinking about world peace
while masturbating in the shower and all that
righteous energy felt so good i hurt myself
but it's only a little tear and though it did
bleed a lot it was a small price to pay for
bringing about world peace.
After that i went to the grocery store and got
one of those giant bottles of cheap wine and
after a few glasses i can feel it happening
i'm bringing about world peace.
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< time to rest >
the twilight
your song
and slow
the night starts
like the day
slow
and it is time to rest
no need watching
anymore
the passing day
its fingers
pick your face away
and there
is no need to pretend
it's better to forget
as this night
covers the day
as the next
will cover it
and the rhythm
of your song
in the twilight
listening to your song
against the bank
and the river
silver
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< one blank stone >
picking up a stone
walking on a road
i want to cry
and i'm seven
and scared
of my first day of school
tomorrow
in the morning
the smell of a new lunch box
as my mom
stuffs it with sandwiches
i'm her first
and we both
don't know
what to expect
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