To get us to swallow shit
directly from
a rectal catheter
for seventeen minutes straight
they spread the livestream hate
where and when and how
and how fast they could
desecrate and defecate—
some scrambled,
scared shitless
to erase the trace
of their multiplied megab(i)tes.
Like the feeding
of the five thousand,
the more violence we ate
the more violence we created,
the making of our very own dark arts,
the anti-miracle of the internet,
our self-absorbed web.
Let us pray for an alternate reality
in this alternate reality,
true freedom
of the press-of-love,
embrace over disgrace.
Christchurch,
we weep for you
and pray for
the gap that has widened
between the pathos of Christ
and the apathy of the church.
Christ of mercy,
bind our wounds,
fill the bullet holes
in our bloodstreams;
keep us from cleaving each other
by gender, creed and race;
wrest from us our weapons
that we may come together
to render good deeds of grace.
…………………….
livestream from Christchurch
by troy cady
for 49 fallen, precious souls
*Note by the author: I do not advocate the use of profanity, but the atrocities that occurred in Christchurch on 3-15-19 are deeply profane. I used profanity in this piece to convey this sense. I hope those who may take issue with my speech will extend grace in this instance. Thank you.
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