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Monday, May 30, 2016

Pater Noster in Terra

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Pater Noster In Terra



(for  Americans young and old who worship killing)



Imagine.  Frigid contagion.

Flux and reflex of genocide.

Terrible obligation of the dead

to flow down and up  mountains.

Improvised carnivals. Illumination.

Internet miseducation. Bent soul.

When words refuse to serve,

nature aborts the fetus of a new god.



Bullets, drones, and  bombs

give us this day

the upbeat downbeat

 jazz as breath.

A sperm of silence.

Tragic priests defy choice.

When words refuse to serve,

nature aborts the fetus of a new god.



Blessed insurance

denies us all night

the opera of the blues.

Reason, teeming with pathogens of faith ----

in the name of the thugs,

in the name of the drugs,

in the name of no name ---

makes war as absolutely nothing.

When words refuse to serve,

nature aborts the fetus of a new god.



Passion, teaming with languages --

the holy cost of perplexed  absence--

has ordained at last with transgendered lemonade

 a pimp perfect oracle. A miracle. Imagine.





Jerry W. Ward, Jr.            May 30, 2016/Memorial Day




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