Silence From Those Infinitely Lost in the Long Mist

16 Mar

//

lifelines lost, unraveling in solid
frozen sand. fog. this bridge

// sticks and twine

disappears into bloody mist,
the matchhead redness

east
and far

test tubes filled with it,
genetic mysteries lined up on rented shelves
their kids’ tuition and

// Christmas

waiting
and waiting
in lines, online and for the mailman.
results black and printed
—officious

“…Ghana…”
“…Cote d’Ivore…”

“…praise the Lord!”
they are fevered, gracious, and meals
thrown with family over family ties; maybe tickets.

// 14 hours

to see that land
only to find reported later
discompassionately
“…untraceable…”
“…scam…”

silenced.
families whipped into dust
and deck planks. genealogy lost in
that ship’s
blood-churned wake

//

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