faith in nothing

thinking it’s safe to breathe again but
the sunlight hurts your eyes
the surface is frozen
god on the lake bottom
next to the firstborn child and we
are tired of digging
fifty years getting nowhere is just
one way to describe this 
irrelevant civil servant’s life
too much work trying to
think up ay others
let the sad little bastard die
so we can pick up our shovels again
and he is thinking this sounds
like a plan
he is hoping the
poem will grow into a tree
                                but no
all it can ever be is the shadow of a
tree falling across the windswept
snow, and what about all of
that wasted time between the
hangover and the beginning 
of the next buzz?
what about your father’s reasons
for leaving your mother?
for driving off the bridge?
suspended against the bright blue
sky for one small infinite moment
then he falls like the weight of
god and smashes everything

John Sweet

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 Sign of Hope" (2019 Scars Publications) and "A Dead Man, Either Way" (2020 Kung Fu Treachery Press).