A Household God

We need this to get through all the rest.

Poet C. Russell Price
Filmmaker Sean Donnelly

A Household God

When the bomb hit the poor town
next to us, we were on our lunch break
having loud and holy afternoon sex.
 
When we hear the news, we go
at it again like feral hogs.
We need this to get through all the rest.
 
I don’t want to die but I don’t care
if I die now praying for you
to go harder, to make a scupper of me.
 
What stupid luck we have to have
survived up ‘til now, all this
evolution and this is how we want to waste it.

“A Household God” a poem by C. Russell Price. ©2018 C. Russell Price. Used by permission.

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