We presume affliction by census,
requires no faith.
Is the roofless house a home? When you call
who answers? The vulture
spreads its wings
but remains on post. Shifting,
I note minute of angle, windage. No
regrets, only tension. Breathe in. Exhale.
“Gaza” first appeared here in July, 2014, and is included in my chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform.
The poem like it’s subjects, keeping what is not required.
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