Send Us
(Hell is here)
Send us bombs
and open the wounds
the sores
that have not even healed
Spread out our pieces
over the fields
(if there are fields)
cover them with black plastic
(if there is any)
and light no candle
for it is better to be in the dark
Blow up bodies
sending souls to hell in pairs
so they may procreate
the race may still exist
the hunger may grow
misery may not cease
Give hearts to the dogs
and dogs to the rats in the sewers
which are inundated
(more than one can think of)
Send us fury and excuses
and may 'tooth for a tooth' not
prevent you from eating
your own remains
for anything else remains
when sleep is gone.'
Patricia Evans
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