you think you’ve seen the most blessed forbearance / you think you’ve seen the most righteous wrath
Poetry
In the West
The reaching obelisk that throws
this long trench bears an inscription…
What is Ours to Do?
He was crying, she said.
She hadn’t known they cried.
The Civilizing Process
Since the civilizing process began most of us came to breathe by decree and not in the grace of our mothers
Middle Age
my grandfather came to me in a dream and held my hand with his calloused fingers to remind me I had not, in fact, crawled from a crack in the earth but belonged here
Swidden
and some who don the thread of peasantry
and all presume to claim false fatherhood