- Vol. 10
- Chapter 10
We look up at the monument and ponder
the state of the nation.
I take a picture of the moving water.
a cargo boat along the horizon.
Another wave that breaks, like the claw
of a wounded animal --
shingles as despair and hope.
Since when have people become numbers,
why one less important than another?
On Wednesday morning sixty more,
trying to reach the safety of these shores.