John Sweet		st. corin’s blues     find the bodies out in the woods, and there is silence and there is silence and there is only so much of either that any                                         of us can take   climb the ladder and hang yourself   bury their clothes, hide your gloves, kiss your children good night   kiss them good morning   how fat will you grow on a diet of bones and rice?   how long will you wait for rain?   it happens in the here and now,                                       you see   people walk out their front doors and are never seen again   daylight is neither your friend nor your enemy   the blood of christ holds no magic   once it all spills out, the story is done		equinox     name the river and then name the desert and then drive   3000 miles to find this woman you think you still love   broken glass everywhere   says it’s all she’s been eating for the past 25 years and so you tell her she’s beautiful   you hold her to try and stop the bleeding   doesn’t work but you’ve come all this way