a town too close to my own

Editor back-issues, John Sweet, poetry

my wife
dreams of blood and
what can i do?

one a.m.
and then two
and we sit together in
the baby’s room

listen to his
tiny breathing while
insomniac poets
pray to
an indifferent god

while the newly dead
wash ashore in

and what is the
end result of history
but this?

five children in a
town too close to my own
who find a stray dog
in a park and decide to
torture it

decide to hang it from a
basketball hoop with
a dirty length of rope and
beat it with sticks

and at some point we
drift back to sleep
with the hope of
waking up clean

and at some point

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