Tuesday, March 1, 2011


What is empty of all reason
is what brings a man to his knees,
the cold blade against his throat
when he asks the world to help him
wash the blood from the streets

he is cut open

as he holds his children so
that they may see the end of
fear and the beginning of free
uncertainty that has no death

she is cut open

as she stares into our rooms
with her hand out as they shoot
her brother in the head,
standing still, brother and sister

they are cut open

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