poetry Open Arms 11:55:00 PMPaul Clemente imperfections cross jaggedly along my flesh each one a reminder of youand you come home on the same water that made me feel safehow i hate the smile on your face as the wind bends to your employment great manipulator take down your sails and follow the light, the land of rape and honey is here waiting for youI know you have exhausted your land, and damaged your influence,we know your visit is not for pleasure.the business of blood is what motivates your bleached white skeletonour throats when they are slit are to blame for tempting the devil into your bladeyour reputation we will ignore, and push down into our hearts to numb the painwe do not want to cross swords with you for fear of chasing you awaywe will unlock our doors, and dig our heads in the sandits the respect we have given to you, siting laws so old the language is lostwe pity the path you took, and absolve you of our sinsthis life was not for you, it was cruel divinity that shoved youlet us anchor your boat, and open our purseswe will give you every last drop of blood we have left We will be sad when you go leaving our town full of orange blistering brick, and infected ash filled air. We will blame the fire, and drain the moat, counting down the days until you come again. Paul Clemente You Might Also Like 0 Construxive Remarx Whattya Think?! Lettuce Snow!!