Help me decorate my Holy Water font

roll away the stone over those kids right there



me and
the still dead iraqi kids
have these serious conversations
about what
they could have been
if their
real lives hadn't been
cut short
by believers who snort
far too much jesus juice
and use it
as a never ending excuse.


and then
we play dodge ball
which
is what kids should be doing
from day one
up and down the halls
of the memorial
i built for them in my head
promising 
that one day 
(if we're lucky)
all these greed infested adults
will magically drop dead.


i sick joke
that only a blown apart four year old
gets.





sjw 06/20/19 inspired at this very moment in time by the bones i sleep on.





from the 'blitzkrieg series' of poems