Putrid Stones
Your perception is obsolete,
dried up like the blank stare of an empty well.
I’ve seen you before,
prostrate to television news history,
casting your putrid stones
into a sea of fear.
Even a dog has the capacity
to reasonably tolerate its own species.
And you call all of this God.
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