Poems by John Sweet- “in these cupped hands holding nothing” and “theme for the eternal now” April 29, 2021
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in these cupped hands holding nothing
a sound like christ
denying the pain
a cold sunlit morning filled
with junkie priests and shadow kings
the lie that all of these wars are
different and not tied together by the
same ropes of ignorance
and greed
and it was a mistake
i made once, not numbering
myself among the cowards
it was my father who
showed me the light
knew we might not all be nowhere
but we are all still nothing
we are all the flesh of god left
rotting at the freeway’s edge
can’t spend our lives being afraid
to dig for the humor buried
down underneath
all of that blood-soaked pain
theme for the eternal now
let our blood be a gift,
a song
let peace be
the obvious answer
not picasso, but chagall
not pollock, but tobey
see?
it only ends up being a
lifetime of distance between us
it only ends up being a
mistake followed
by a missed opportunity
a phone call that
no one answers
a letter written but
never sent
and are you someone who
would apologize to
empty space?
are you a better god?
it’s not answers i’m after
here, but actions
it’s an admission of regret,
but then what?
time is the enemy
the future holds the end
you can only admit to
love or deny it
you can only accept
the answer
is this why we spend our
whole lives afraid?
Read more of John’s poetry at The Bleeding Horse, Avenged
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