Two Poems

Two Poems

The Organization likes / to hit them where they’re sleeping

If it was too cold you called on Satan.
Satan also had pre-rolled cigarettes;
no one had tobacco in Europe yet
for like 400 years, but Satan did

Six Poems

Be strong, sweet David, live long unto seeing thy children’s eyes, / though their backs hasten to flee from thee, stay in touch with thy / comrades-in-arms, / after thy sons deny thee, a covenant of the shunned. / Take care, soldier-boy.