all i can tell you
by john sweet

    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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