Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Civil War

Be mean to the dead, but revere
the savage mothers who bled
their high-caul capped daughters.
Forget the peacekeeping
shopkeepers' sons who fled
the fields and slaughtered others
under the emblem of cowardice,
who kissed the coin-eyed captain
and sliced his traitorous brother.

If God is for us, He allows us to kill.

Blessed Confederacy, blessed
Union, feel free to blame the Most
High for your freedom. Red
stones, red bricks, and the red
sickening thickens my heart.
If the devil is for peace, I'll fill
my father's well with entrails.

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