2.

the knowledge of blood

the knowledge of blood
it is tough to know
the torment of hate
torn fingertips
torn lives
for a square of earth.
the rape of others
to swallow air
on a corner somewhere
with other winners

shoulder to shoulder
gun to knife
cemetery & wife
the sweetness clearly
lies with a land
full of dead things

i wonder if the world /could be -
- is a big room just,
full of murmurs &
friendly scents.
the seed of every future.
odd worlds taken
together in the stillness
of love.
i wonder
if
our eyes
knew salvation was
each other only.
every single bullet
a kiss
every murder a flower
every tear a strange rain
growing the fruit all
of us taste.i wonder
if we’ve gone far away
& tasted blood suffered in silence.
deluded the pure
idea somewhere inside.
i wonder
if we’ve ever promised just once
to stop.
and live one day just,
of our lives