The American Poetry Review

NINE POEMS

Prairie Erasure

I

Blazes travel the state roads. Entire fields ingrained in us—fires
a house, a forest, essential in land and soil—set a purpose.

II

At growing season, leave dead matter above
ground. Future burners—side ditches. Dead matter, new plants—
shells that need breaking. Never leave them.

III

This time we see plumes rising. Grasslands herds, hunted,
go hide in falsified ash. Drip torch upwind—
machinery itself. The guardians of us decide when to intervene.

Anodyne / Plea

Who objected when the truth disappeared or when the

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