1210
after the blast
no one has claimed
the faith goes on
you won’t kill a thing like that
ages of terror
are all after the event
grip of, gone down
the diagram exploded
the gone are thought so sent
into the church
the mosque
the temple
in the market
bad luck struck
no one remembers what those deaths were for
no one has claimed
someone in a suit and tie
sold them the toys to play
throw bombs
spray bullets
poison water
the king is any head of them
draw, quarter, boil a king
here’s everyone aghast in grief
what good will it do?
in another generation altogether
there’s only to remember the gone
soldier trained to give his life
her life
give blood
outside the ruin
and from a makeshift stage undaunted
the gone are thought so sent
but they are, there is
nowhere now
only thoughts with them
what if excess of love?
there must be some kind of tune to the calling
the map grew stiff with planning it
my country is a corpse
to mesmerize the heart
dead tend to the dead
hell is here with us
so heaven’s full today
the hatred of strangers is always easy
easy to anger the wronged
no one remembers what those deaths were for
no one has claimed
they went to the fire
they went under
take the body of words
of wishes
this we
be dust and smile
take the body apart
can you imagine
that anger
that hate
?
that there was no other way
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