Pietà by Kevin Young
I hunted heaven for him.
No dice.
Too uppity, it was. Not enough
music, or dark dirt.
I begged the earth empty
of him. Death
believes in us whether
we believe
or not. For a long while
I watch the sound
of a boy bouncing a ball
down the block
take its time
to reach me. Father,
find me when you want. I’ll wait.
Hollow Hold by Cosmicoconut
You invited hell
for her.
Yes, it's ok.
Perfectly accessible,
that is. Sufficient
silence, and light light.
You denied heaven full
for her. Life
doubts them, exactly
they doubt
and, yes. Not even briefly
You felt the sound
of a girl splitting a log
up the alley
pierce you
on point. Mother,
hide yourself where
I don't. You'll leave.
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