a man buried

Editor back-issues, John Sweet, poetry

a man buried
beneath a faded
stretch of sidewalk

another man
shot to death
by a pay phone

this is the wasteland
i’ve been looking for

crows in empty fields
and deer mangled
by the highway

your sister raped by all
of her friends

her fingers
pulled off like
flowers petals

if i were
a better person
i’d hold you

if i had the guts i’d
make you smile

twenty nine years in
the nation of addicts
and all i’ve planted
are my father’s bones

i never expected
anything to grow

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