all i can tell you
by john sweet
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all i can tell you
leonard
is that it's too late
the dogs have eaten
but still want more
and the ground
is frozen
the man next door
understands
the value of pain
takes the poems i've
written for his wife and
sets each one
on fire
fills her mouth
with the ashes
cuts her throat without
drawing blood
we call this violence
november
and the sky
has no color here
the houses
cast no shadows
and religion is a myth
that keeps no one
warm
all i ask is
your forgiveness
all i have to
offer in return is
frost
what can you do
but hold it
close to the sun and
wish?
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