Poem -
I am Jasenovac
Single file, you enter here
Cleansed the earth
My bludgeoned guest
Your head will bleed
I crush your chest
By way of my own failures
Shimmering blade to slit the throats
To skin the child
To stitch the coats
For my dead heart, my own ustasha
It serves to drain all scarlet life from veins
Buried in my neck
Mine, only mine
Festering laceration like god's filthy fingernail
Probing the land for the hatred of myself
My kind
My name
My world
I am the place of ghosts entwined in bloodied thread
Spun from life and death
Spun from life and death.
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Jaime!!.....every time I read you.........you get better.........like any great craftsman working at his calling in life..........the ambiance created here holds it's continuity throughout........with staggering phrasing.........and word choices that can only have come from you........your talent is raw and truly compelling........I felt as if I were in an ugly struggle where pulling my hair out was my only option..........Wow!!...... 7*s FAV.........amazing write brother!............Love and Rockets..........T xo
Tony, your verbal kindness renders me speechless...thank you so very much for such benevolent compliments on my work. This really means a lot to me. Kindness like this is the kind I carry with me, always. Stay rad, bro. :) \m/