A man in a charred shirt is being led down the street by soldiers in camo…
Poetry
Internal Combustion
you can’t imagine how many wearing blank /
eyes and blunt mouths stand ready, in formation /
to pull you, us, one by one, /
to the engine and lay your body, /
our bodies, /
in the flame when the coal runs low /
you can’t imagine. And yet it still won’t be enough.
Patient Wrath
you think you’ve seen the most blessed forbearance / you think you’ve seen the most righteous wrath
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