Every Good Morning

On Killers, Untroubled, Who Looked into the Camera at Lynching’s There are oceans we have never known except in stories or ones we read of in books from the safety of shore watching waves crest, wind ravaged. Here is an ocean glutted with bodies with names – with voices real as mine and yours, with mothers. Here is an ocean whose cries crying No vanished into smoke, an ocean of […]

Make a city into its composite parts – scraps of wood, slivered, riven, scattered; cement in serrated blocks, piles of blocks in chunks in acres. Iron in heaps — tank hulks stinking of flesh. Clay fountained from shell holes. A wreckage of streets no longer streets. Smoke and the stench of it, frozen blood thawing and the stench of it, cordite, shit, rot. Wind whistling in a dozen keys through […]