Joseph Bathanti Quotes

Our favorite games were killing.
Our favorite books were death.
It had been beaten into us:
God is love.
Not the parched face and gnarled
capes across a stick body; jittering
in the nude sky, we couldn't see
trying to touch us
for the blood in our eyes.

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The clock sweats out each minute
of what meat is left to us.

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