by Kevin Eberhardt
The world’s getting tired
& blaming it all on us the
Cracks in her façade like
Makeup on an old whore
With blood on the thighs
Of innocence & tears in
The eye of the storm &
Nothing left to sacrifice
To the violence in our
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“Quake” by Kevin Eberhardt used with the poet’s permission.
For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
as well as http://agentofchaos.com/ke/index.html, various
issues of The City Poetry, and Crisis Chronicles Press’ Fuck Poetry.
His work can also be found accompanying images by London photographer Richard Byerley
You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at firstname.lastname@example.org.