• 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.