The Tempestuous

Four years since the storm came

Marked by "a," "n," and "y"

A sudden squall, an upending,

Then abruptly: Goodbye.

 

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Herod's HQ (For Tamir)

Welcome to Cleveland, America's Bethlehem,
where gold has turned to 
incense.

Not Camus nor Coventry Carol,
Neither Reni nor a 
Rubens

Can corral these tears from Buckeyes
Crashing onto blood-soaked
pavements.

No sleep for Samaria
Amid moans from Rachel's Ramah
You called it, Jeremiah.

What happened to our wise men?
When did they flee the massacre?
Why did we let them go?

How can we say the Epiphany's on its way
When Matthew's deemed a liar—
Does even Jesus know?

If he does, he surely wept
as truth was swept
down Hell's pitch hole.

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The Medical Examiner of the Future

Set adrift in lacunae,

Drowned in loopholes and clauses,
Anesthesia not needed:
No one flinches or pauses.

He trudges through turmoil,
Through the gore and the gauzes,
Steeped in shrieks of salvation,
Genuflections and crosses.

Bodies bored through with bullets,
He's stopped counting the losses,
Still, he trembles while scrawling
His rote: "natural causes."      

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Death Taxes Sanguine Satellite

Raging red moon

                     soon to take umbrage at

The Earth throwing shade. 

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The Every Day

Part I: Trickle

Gravity and fate

Plot to desecrate, create

a chance sanguine mess.

Part II: Gush

Gleaning meaning from

the crimson Rorschach I left

on the diner stool.

Part III: Hemorrhage

The day confiscates

and clots my vitality,

So: I wait for night.

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