The First Storm Of The Season, And Who We Lost
written by: John Sweet
and i thought we’d known hunger
and i thought we’d known doubt
thought the news of your death would
keep us all going,
keep us all warm through the winter and
he says he’s lost but he’s always saying this
and she calls him a liar
sings quietly to herself in a room
filled with the memory of sunlight
a house on fire but
maybe these are only words
maybe our days are grey on grey,
dirty snow,
dead animals on the roadside,
and maybe poetry is as meaningless as christ
maybe judas held the key
a price for everything
and a refusal of saviours
we all die alone but we all die
and this only part of the equation
not all truth is despair
not all pain is shared equally
tells him this and he laughs
punches her in the face
first snow of the season, sound of
his god’s voice like a scream in a vacuum
nothing and then
nothing from nothing
a stone wall
topped with shards of broken glass
a cup of blood for every orphan
dying of thirst but
will you build the monuments?
fuck no
who wants to remember a nobody?
who wants to celebrate anything other
than wealth and celebrity?
and he understands this
and he hates everyone
hates himself like he hated his parents, like
he can no longer stand to see his
children and he begs for forgiveness
but she’s gone
the silence of waking up in dull
dust-colored light,
the taste of pain and despair and
will you be a statistic?
dead at 5:30 on a sunday morning in
the season of wasted chances
lost, yes, but motion is the key
no one is found if everyone runs
the cities will burn no matter
how many gods you pray to
silence is a skill
none of us are born knowing fear
but it finds us all soon enough
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