waited all day for rain,
but it never came

watched hands reach up
through the soil
of bloodsoaked fields

heard the screams of crows

could’ve been anywhere,
but i was home

said it out loud and
it sounded like failure

sounded like an
admission of defeat

John Sweet

John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest poetry collections include Heathen Tongue (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and A Flag on Fire is a Song of Hope (2019 Scars Publications).