‘where mama meets the soldier’ by joop bersee

Where Mama Meets The Soldier

Every stone is an uncle
Or a prayer, an earth made
Stone, child of a rock, grand
Child of a mountain. Suicide
Whips it into the sea, brothel
Filled with gods wading through
A face, golden key. Cats.

A snowflake is a child of a
God, shepherding people into
The houses and their heat,
Where mama meets the soldier,
Where her coffee turns her
Into mutton for the bayonet.

One thought on “‘where mama meets the soldier’ by joop bersee

  1. I think the second stanza is one of the best, violent things I’ve read in a while. I don’t communicate with mr. bersee anymore, but he’s definitely not the bonsai tree type.

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