Lonely Deep Affection

Lonely Deep Affection

Lonely Deep Affection

    years of  practice for a soft
        landing in the slaughter
                we looked far off to
            a flag sewn into flesh
 dear enemy come down the
    hill I have taken a title out
 of  the love for you jumping
      down the clear shaft of  your eye
      you would not know how long I
      paused when writing this unless
             I said so in the poem
              half an hour staring
              at the pencil having
     written of  my enemy with
     love and fight to maintain
                           the ascension
                           voices from a
                           room no one exits
                           we pry genocide out
                           of  the museum but
                           meant to remove
                           the museum
                           from genocide