& mystify

         feels like

         but has never been yours speech that could be a poem 
         if written by you
         conduit for reserved for

         for whom does your body make easy 


let’s be honest the world is not shaped by your tomato gardens: your good intentions 
the forests grew only when we were not present
they are dying because we are murderers
the sky will turn every color and still 
they will say everything is fine everything is fine 

           desecration. of a them that we know is an us. 

From Gospel of Regicide (Noemi Press, 2017) by Eunsong Kim. Copyright © 2017 by Eunsong Kim. Used with the permission of the author.