all words are noise

carve this into your
lover's back
and see if she agrees

scrape the flesh from your
president's bones
and see what's left

call it an act of mercy

call it the will of god

walk into the bathroom and
find the oldest child
floating facedown in the tub

show me where truth ends
and poetry begins

let me prove to you that
anyone can be made
to bleed


� 2004 by John Sweet