by Farasi

Driving through northeast
from cousin's tiny church,
I still see their wheelchairs
Walkers and canes;
the deacon with the tumor
The size of a baseball on his head;
Singing radiation failure:
At the cross, at the cross.
Across the street boarded windows
In the park wild turkeys.
The hunters have forgotten
How their ancestors survived
Without needles in their arms.

Omaha by Farasi

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