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Psycho

Mark Fleury

The sun is a gray shower curtain, pulled,

A ring at a time,

Front to back, from the dying blue sky,
Painted on the walls and ceiling by a falling
Open and shut face. Psycho-knifed

Night all over the brush, dead stars drip onto
The body of innocence cleansed. Over her

An artist who destroys instead of creating watches

Darkness dissolve in the Golden Rules
Of her eyes, open,

All of their shores touched by the roar of

“Thou shalt not kill.”
Now, of course, dry, the fibrous
Dregs of sight’s roots expose

The depths of where an ocean
Of black paint has been used to cover
The distance between religion and war.

It’s not a wall, but the lifeless pupils
Reflecting politicians disguised as ministers.

To have their wars and eat
The hearts of their victims, too.

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