HE BEGAN TO TELL ME ABOUT GOD by Brenton Booth

yea ok:
tell it to the 80 year old man whose wife died last week
and is now in a hospital bed with a broken neck
tell it to the supermarket cashier that didn’t take a sick
day in 50 years and never got promoted
tell it to the 12 year old girl whose 42 year old uncle
raped her
tell it to the survivors of war
tell it to the nurses that watch babies die
tell it to the homeless guy that sells ‘the big issue’
magazine outside of woolworths
tell it to the ones that have trekked machu pichu
tell it to the man that was beaten by his father as a
child
tell it to the tomb of tutankhamun
tell it to the rottweiler
tell it to the cab driver
tell it to the girl majoring in german philosophy
tell it to the clown
tell it to the prince
tell it to hitler
tell it to the dahlia lama
tell it to europa
tell it to the porn star
tell it to tolstoy
tell it to the old woman that studies the k-mart
catalogue
tell it to bigfoot
tell it to a flying fox
tell it to the birds
tell it to the trees
tell it to a zombie
tell it to the blonde cheerleader
tell it to the farthest corner of the universe
tell it to all the animals at the zoo
tell it to anyone or anything but me:
because i don’t really care.

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Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. He writes poetry and fiction. He has been printed in many publications, most recently Van Gogh's Ear, Regardless of Authority, Horror Sleaze Trash, Dogzplot, Mad Swirl, Clutching at Straws, and Scissors and Spackle.