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Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Ground/Deadly Weapon



Trayvon                ,                                                                             mourn for birth and death

close your eyes                                                                                 and the spiritual wounds

in tissue wrap your hood                                                               that time anoints


You’re game at last to know                                                        the suffering space




God has spoken:


 George, why did not

You see the mark of Jesus

In his face as you stood

Determined to terminate

Him on his own ground?


George, observe my hand.

Angry Aztec angels

Shall chainsaw

Your dreams












Jerry W. Ward, Jr.

August 7, 2013

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