John Sweet resides in the the rural wastelands of upstate New York. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest poetry collections include HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and BASTARD FAITH (2017 Scars Publications).
a merciful fist, an abundance of despair
dead man doing the worm down on
the corner of grant and main,
giving it everything he’s got, face torn
against the concrete, mouthful of blood,
eyes rolled in his head and this is
the past and this is the future and
this is always the here and now
this is the dream
after the dreamer has been crucified
the bastard children of
crippled saints
we leave them to laugh
at the desert’s edge
leave them to sing and to play in
the ruins of the
abandoned cities and, later,
when they sleep,
we crush their skulls beneath our heels
we feed their bodies
to the wolves
there is no such thing as a life
that can be survived