if your hands
are not clenched
into fists yet
it is time
to wash them
blood dries fast
your prayer requests
are lip service
on unmarked graves
if you know
even one of their names
and have not conceded yet
i pray their ghost
haunts you
until your
mind and heart
explode
i pray it hurts
you will be left standing here
with every one I love, wondering,
what the fuck is actually happening
love is only
holy and righteous
when given freely
if prayers really do come true
you will recover quickly and steadfast,
pull yourself together just in time
to stand with the rest of us
on the right side of history
if salvation’s found in the afterlife
it is keeping your neighbors alive,
right now, before the blood dries,
that will hold your reservation there
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