Bones of the dead
on the walls
of the art gallery

Forged from
a single act
of procreation
desecrated for
a deconstructed
nation, from a few
stolen moments,
stolen from
the living

Dragging an auto
with an iron horse
carried by train
to an airport,
then flown away

Across a field
of dead birds,
sucked out
of the sea
into the suicide
center of grief
from a painting
by Grant Wood

Now confessed,
I feel better now

~ Iowa City, Iowa

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