by Perry Thompson
who kill the children
so perfectly and without passion
it must be the will of God
disguised as human voice
more than men
who ask for altars on which the bright
hearts of our babies
lay smashed
they sing us hymns in our suffering
they give us metal
they say "stare at the sun and don't
fear burning,
you have eternity to sleep away the pain."
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Copyright © 2007 - Perry Thompson
Published: 1/25/07 · Author's Page · Next Poem