Black Holes Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

silent and empty,
delicate, used.
savages with their
deadlines, and a
fullmoon in view.

silent and deadly,
love being used,
their hatred stains
the world, and your
blood, nothing more
then red paint.

silent and sad,
as they load their
guns, to them we
are nothing more
then red paint, and
they, pissed off and
used.

jesus, we could use a
little help down here,
for the mean peaple
with fast fingers are
killing in the name of
you, still you say father
forgive them, for they now
not what they do.

im sorry jesus, but i think
they do