They hate farther with threat.
They do nothing about hate
but flee, sway, blame and kill.
They heap burning coals
by heaping burning coals
not kind words.
They love hate.
Possible?
They hate love.
That's possible,
though I don't know how.
Teeth and asphalt
copulating in a sheet
of blood and spit--
something to smile at.
Worth a cage
to see that
smashed face that
broken skull
those bone fragments.
Their idea of peace
and justice and jesus
and all of those
sparkling words
like pure and hope
those intangible things
is white white white.
White but splattered
with black, brown,
yellow, red blood.

I am naive to hate.
Hate is fake to me.
Can I hate hate?
hate hate hate
Say it enough and
it sounds fakkke.
and I cannazi your
Spiritureality,
ality.