Max Henninger
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our shepherd wielded knives all
the wrong reasons
.
white building looked like a
shed do you want to give your
womb for this eating from the
palm of his bureau
.
(glass breaking all
over our faces)
.
not willing to fire on children
held up as shields
.
instant world news | reporters
descending
.
they started pumping the
gas in took out entire
sections of walls
.
an overriding sense s/thing
was going to happen to me
ALCOHOL TOBACCO FIREARMS
these guys had their own agenda
stripped down to an orange jump
suit finger printed couldn’t
.
eat felt completely helpless
almost a death cult that monday
evening round tea time you seen
the news you listening you just
.
got back from work | crawling
over to the radiator hauling
ourselves up it tugs at the heart
strings the emotional part
.
sound of rabbits
.
sky like a
.
scroll
.
been so unfocused
lately | barely
had the strength
to lift my finger
point at the
.
information
.
coming to us was mostly
that from the
.
television
.
when we heard your name
mentioned great sense of
loss remember seeing
.
smoke black stronger in
april this part of
.
as a family
we dealt
w/ it well
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Max Henninger is a writer and translator based in Berlin. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in journals and zines including Datableed, Spam, Tiny Spoon, Streetcake, Rivista and Seafront Press. His prose poem “Exit Region” has been nominated for a 2021 Pushcart Prize, and his short story “Sudden Death” was longlisted for the 2021 Streetcake Experimental Writing Prize. He recently released a 60-minute cassette tape of poetry and music with German experimental music duo poesi fysik. He can be found on Instagram (@tower_of_days) and Twitter (@henninger1978).
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