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The Least of These

from The Arsonists by Mark Lenover

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We finished him down by the water
where the sand and the undergrowth meet
We buried him down by the water
on his knees
When a thief in the night finally caught him
as he crept like a ghost across the water
on perfumed feet
The least of these...
I caught quick glimpses of hell as we kicked him
and he passed on with a prayer and a wink
And though he told us we'd shown him the devil
he never blinked
Now he stands in the promised land
and he's calling the crows to heel
He's picking nails out of his invisible hands
as he lowers his head and kneels
Now he stands in the promised land
and he's wrenching me from my sleep
as a rotting apparition underneath the sand
whispers promises up to me:
“Oh brother, my pain will soon be yours.”

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from The Arsonists, released September 28, 2012

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Mark Lenover

Through a distinctive fusion of folk, rock, theatre and electronica, Mark Lenover critically examines pop culture’s ubiquitous influence, its moral philosophy and the potentially devastating effects of drug abuse and mental illness. His recent work frequently challenges an increasingly pervasive culture of celebrity, self-indulgence, distraction and desire. ... more

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