god - Hosea

God poetry? Sure, we got that.






text:
god: Hosea


there were no men
at large
with shadow sprayed
onto factory wall
chanting
for my death.
they were instead
dirt-faced in the
ditches
spewing industry.
Hosea
had come
for a killing,
licking
his teeth
for salt
and brandishing twin
pistols.

lightning!
grace!

a summons to
the wild and
the tethered;
unfetter and
ring,
sheets of glass and apples.




...also...have a great vacation, Erin. Say hello to Ma and Pa Vaughan for me!