America the Beautiful

In Charlottesville they worechinstrap bombs that turnedout to be nothing but dust and stone.In Sacramento, thrown like rag dolls,the flies evolved long, sucking mouths;in eternal darkness, reaching, if pushed,for the voice command in your throat. In St. Louis, the bodies leave no footprintson the land, and the nesting cliffs becomebattlegrounds, as they always have, wailingbehind the […]