Chicano Poet

Tuesday, May 21, 2013


The knives
which come out of God have no name

the splintered boards
which come out of the Almighty

walls which he makes collapse
glass which he launches

nails which he flings
at two hundred miles an hour

which kill innocent young children
come out of God

you only see his backside
as he flees

you can not see
what's in his head or why.


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