I lied, I'll write here before going to Guatemala.
This is a poem I wrote when I was at my worst. I am generally against sharing my personal belief system, but find it tolerable when in poetic form. As that great poet Sherman Alexie says, Iambic pentameter, the sound of a heartbeat.
To God
How you lighted faces then and when you
smiled half the world, she swooned heavy-
hard. You fell them, bruising at the jointed
knobs of flesh till stiff-treed all axe entrance
to the mold--you then from dead drag wonder.
