Distances

Why is there no love or hope
in this world of saline and poison?

Land is hard in the land of loss,
cities in desolation,
hard tack and hard candy.

We are not a business full of centipedes—
please stand back—
there is too much breath in your dust.

Have we passed the house the Mormons knew?

Michael H. Brownstein

Archived 02/07/2010