Today, Washington By Wyatt Welch

                            today Washington
flattens

Syria to a peace what’s even

left I’m sure

down to bones

got              the poem or I say’s storm

talking             to earth.


Some women     are built by fire,

  that gender,     & led by color, those clothes,

 whose bodies  were transformed

 to salt              in the looking-back.

He keeps         shuffling bodies

across documents until they’re impossible to find.

Tonight, a Military Darkness,

                                    covers Tucson, a blackness

too loud for rest.