Josh Alfred Poems

A blue tiny church rests on a small hill
Over looking Bosnia, as if it always will.
Vacant now, but people live around.
Azure mountains, and building's roofs all orange.
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Put not on the raiment of religious tradition
Walk naked in your identity as only human.
All other identities are constructs,
Devised by primitive men, for primitive men.
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What's worse, as worse as this?
Check the marks upon thy list.

To hunger, but no food?
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She wears a sacred veil/
With a charm upon her chest.
She speaks of archaic tales.
In a dark robe she's dressed.
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No drapery, no lamps
Dusty windows, cramps
Broken China scattered
On blank wooden floors.
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Pounding water
Like violent men
Aligned in battle.
White foamy water
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The moon is white
Like wolf's teeth.
The moon is crescent
Like wolf's smile.
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Eyes seem to focus
On something within
Floating inward
Places I've never been
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