Oct 15

we get what we deserve

by Keith Landrum

blind believers
salt my wounds with
forced tears of mercy

and they tell me
there’s a man above and
a beast below and
I am stuck
somewhere in between

these believers with their
fear drenched faith
warn me of an end
yet unseen

and I must choose
a place for my
soul bruised black
because tomorrow is
too late

and I tell them I’ve
gambled god’s grace
and drank whiskey
with the devil
in my living room

and I have chosen
to believe in

and like the
bird in the sky
and the worm in
the ground
we all have our

and none of us
deserve anything
than death