poetry by John Sweet
art by Dee Rimbaud
The Pull of Angels
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poetry by John Sweet
art by Dee Rimbaud
The Pull of Angels
feels the pull
of angelsthe baby sleeps
while the father
counts the wallsthis is
the simpler timethe war has been won
the mass graves not yet
discoveredevening
summer
a soft breeze through
the screensand i am
the father here
and i have absolved
myself of all guiltthe walls are strong
the doors always
lockedthe hands refuse to
call their actions
fearthey speak of
security instead
and the baby is small
against the flat grey
expanse of
the pastand i am not
the god of crowsi am not the man who
taught you
to bleed in silencethere is hope
for us yet