weaponries
(i)
he shot three of us in the stomach for throwing a snowball at his pick-up truck. none of us died completely. by none I mean a priest and a pilot are changing the diaper of an indifferent baby. by scar we mean we held sticks and surrounded the paw
that our god had filled with fog
–
(ii)
it takes we guess three low-flying helicopters and a herd of wheelchairs to scare jesus away from eating the bomb that we made
for men
only dogs
can hear
–
(iii)
by stomach I mean both field
and church
are empty
and that whole
meals
reappear in the newborn’s outstanding loneliness
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