John Sweet poetry
John Sweet is a believer in writing as catharsis and is an optimistic pessimist who is opposed to all organized religion and political parties. He also avoids zealots and social media whenever possible. His latest collections include A Nation of Assholes W/Guns (2015, Scars Publications) and Approximate Wilderness (2016, Flutter Press). All pertinent facts about his life are buried somewhere in his writing.
how the world always ends
bones on a snow-covered roof and you
dream of reasons
but never the right ones
you wake up to
the screams of crows
stranger knows your name and
that your father is dead
a rumor of suicide
a child’s body
pulled from the river
january now for most of your life and
all you want is to apologize
turns out hatred was
always the most important thing
what matters more than anything
about power is that
you will never have any
any vote you cast ends up being
a vote for war
there is never an end to the list of
people your government
tells you must die
all hope edged w/ frost
and not warm yet and still the
scars and still the ghosts
shadows of empty buildings laid out
across the snow and frozen mud and the
song of light is only in your mind
the women weep at the river’s edge
the baby is passed from one to the next
not war and never peace and
these is nothing worth dying for in this world
but it’s always been so easy finding
reasons to kill
eagle flies up to the sun
man pulls the trigger and
brings it back down
boy sleeps in his bed of flames
while his mother drives away
nothing to do but map out all of
this hatred and pain and
hope that your own children can
find their way home