Mary Kasimor
pain’s double consequence
across the palm crawling crosses
then the pencil writes history emptying
out heroes’ emptiness possibly full
strains of virus
the virtuous people laugh
about reaching the bottom
a voice with clicking sounds
the anti-virus is behind all this
also a gaseous atmosphere
implodes a delicate surface
may rescue us
the savior stood in front of the table explaining attachments
leaches &
diamond stick pins designating
the arrangements
of flora and fauna standing in
a row the leaves are weapons
changes in breeding orange poppies magic
numbers the trucks
numbered yellow
the yard signs momentum is disingenuous
drowning in mercy along the way
unless it is for a vaulted sky
on her bare
shoulders the silver bag
covers her face(s)