i have a tendency
to be insensitive.
"casey my most special friend.
i am sorry to inform you what happen.
yesterday round 11 clock in the morning
intensity fight with national defense.
every where laying killed and injured army."
i have a tendency
to be insensitive,
as is my right,
afforded by my Constitution.
i am so glad i have met
so many wonderful people.
i am so much more interesting
now. when i was young,
i was treated with revulsion.
an onion being chopped
for sautee,
yearning to sizzle.
in Lalibela,
the book of Revelation
is recited the day before
the Resurrection. then
we slaughter
the Lamb.
"casey my most special friend."
voice message no voice.
CRACK of munitions whipping through air
its echo trails and another CRACK
and another CRACK
and now rapid PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP.
something that sounds like a space shuttle launch,
and crumbling rubble
tumbling down the highlands.
i have a tendency
to be insensitive.
otherwise, i am
incapable of functioning.
"casey my sensitive soul,
i am alive, today."
i have seen the
New Jerusalem
prophesied in Revelation 3.
the Rapture is here
but it's not built to spec,
so i shall airmail munitions
to the Ark
in hopes someone is keeping score.
i was born to false prophecy.
i can
recognize patterns
because poison is in my air.
the thieves who mocked the Savior
are stacked on donkeys,
dumped outside of Harar
for giggling carnivores.
(they say Haile Selassie
is buried in Debre Libanos,
but i'm not sure i believe it.
i want to believe it;
that Tekle Haymanot rests
next to an emanation.)
my son is getting taller.
he is very good at
so many things.
i will steal this world
for him. i will steal
because his laugh is where
Iyesus Kristos
still lives.
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