finding reasons to insistently
forgive the sinner time and time again.
that it stills the fawning suitor’s song,
so the lover, unfettered, goes on sinning.
Oak Creek; a persistent, bloody line
stretches on as far as human eye can see.
quick to blame their lover’s many wrongs
on any cause, or anyone, or anything but him.
pooling blood, shattered lives, or any amount
of heinous sins you’ve sinned, my ardor stem?
are changed to killing fields, with brother-blood you slake
your thirst: an AK-47 thrills until the ammo’s gone.