John Sweet

IT WILL ALWAYS BE THE SEASON OF FAMINE SOMEWHERE

a child left to die
in a locked room
and i know this town

i have stood on
this street

have placed my hand up
to block out the sun

and it will always be
the season
of famine somewhere

the rivers will
run dry or they will
run red with blood and
the dogs will always
be thirsty

and the child is found
only days after
my own son is born and
the clocks all
continue
to run

not because they
want to but
because this is all
they know

Location:	Endicott, New York
Email:	Asweetmay@aol.com
Publications:	Burning Word, Coil, Comfusion, Skidrow Penthouse, Spinning Jenny, Snow Monkey, Moonwort Review, Pig Iron Malt, Another Sun, etc.
Books:	Seasons of Rust, Faith in Nothing, Scorched Earth Policy
Awards:	Ten Pushcart Prize nominations

- March 2002 - Dear Anna Sonnets in a Land of Prose Calling The Minnows Oxford Blue Ficus Aurea Playing it Back what we will plant unto the breech some more Ars Poetica Elegy For My Mother Standing Under a Street Lamp on the Corner of Brice Court Escaping the terrible fish Sadie song for stephanie it will always be the season of famine somewhere Adieu - John Turner's Best Of - the disgruntled women's chorus sings accompaniment on the beta male blues How to Build an Impossible Staircase Trying to Raise the Dead How to Kiss The Grassfires of the Resistance Rishikesh