Saint Paul, 30 April 2006
for Maia
Solitude is deemed desirable
in unacknowledged polls
Burrowed in the Wasatch range
is a secret prison brimming
with well-fed white people
Quickly they forget the terror
of their own respiration
Back home they recall nothingness
as a profound comfort
At daybreak TNT charges
trigger pulverizing avalanches
blanketing the unsavory
Who, left with no transponder
cannot avert suffocation