NOTHING IS KNOWN OF HIS PERSONALITY, OR HIS THOUGHTS, OR THE MEANING OF HIS ART by John Sweet

let the dead be the dead and let the
living feast on their bones

let money be the law of the land

sons & daughters of the poor good for
fucking good for sending off to war and
there is humor to be found in religion if
you can kill before being killed

there is the ghost of bosch in
every prayer you choke on

there is the sound of his laughter as
the bullet finds your skull

compassion is too precious to
be wasted on just anyone