By John Sweet
faded blue november sky with
contrails and silence
up on burnt hill road and
what if god is nothing more than the
ability to tell the truth and what if truth
is nothing more than the road to beauty?
will you offer
your churches to the homeless or
give your wealth to the starving or
will you continue to preach
the gospel of ignorance and hatred?
will you stop raping the children?
there is no end to the ways we can
disguise our lies as luminous truths
John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest poetry collections include A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications) and A DEAD MAN, EITHER WAY (2020 Kung Fu Treachery Press).