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John Egbert Poem
do not weep at my grave
you don’t deserve to apologize
may hell’s fire rain upon your sinful hands
may you weep
but not at my grave
not to me, for me, never to me
you don’t deserve to apologize
i don’t want to hear your cries
your pleas and your woes
your regrets
i don’t want them, keep them
keep them to yourself
let them fester in your guts
like maggots, like worms, like rot
you don’t deserve to apologize
do not weep at my grave
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John Egbert Poem
she likes to watch the rain
she likes watching it fall and watching the droplets collect and gather like animals in herds
combine and shine
it reminds her of better times
times when she was holy
before the angel lost her wings
she doesn’t realize
her wings may be clipped
but her halo still glimmers
like the old gleam in her eye
from days past
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John Egbert Poem
i don’t like crosses
they remind me of jaded men with drooping noses
and hollowed eyes that bore into your soul
wipe their bloodied hands on their pure white shawls and say
“jesus will forgive me, at least i have jesus”
“you have nothing”
i don’t like crosses
they remind me of suffocated old men
drowned in their love of god and their too tight collars
stiff and cruel old men in collars fresh from their graves
rigor mortis rigor mortis
i don’t like crosses
does this make me a bad person?
“eat the apple, boy, eat the red flesh and pray, pray”
pray for what? pray for me pray for the men, the men in their collars, the crosses pray for them
god will not forgive you for not liking crosses
“this makes you a bad person”
i don’t like crosses
Copyright © John Egbert | Year Posted 2016
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