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Dead Air

only the blind see nothing in Tacloban

you, however, witness
the old dog of a dancer
eaten by the rapist
who saved a drowning
mother's pedophile
son, a priest. you, a prisoner
who returns to the cellar,
know everything is God's
because His jokes are so funny
it cuts a kid's throat

you go to a church and but keep millions
in banks for no one to use.
The motherless mothers are sheltered
but know that wrath knows no good

a surgeon cuts through the eye
in rescue of his love
who lives and breathes
her dead dog's air

reminding us
we're next


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