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.