By
stealth,
the
train in my living room
is
melting.
My
brother is being killed
for
saving my life.
It was
so humid that day
we
visited the fighter wing
watching
the jets.
I was
on life support
wheezing,
God
Bless America,
remembering
our grandfather in
Alamogordo
testing bombs for the
Air
Force in the 50’s.
The
constellation of Gemini
could
be seen from the levee.
Now,
they exterminate
our
people,
veritas,
our
origins
as
tornado sirens and
extra-low
frequencies still blare
from
the factory.
The
bones of
the
liberators
are now
visible.
No comments:
Post a Comment