two poems for March 2014

Crimean 

I’d seen her before
in the slow hours before Sunday an
archival silhouette a
civilian running terrified
across the Ukraine on
grainy black & white newsreels a
child in her arms toward
compulsory oblivion

she was once the snap of creation
before bankers saw the promise of it
shadow at an assumed moment of light
reason bound by bootlaces,
punctuated by diesel plumes

news cycle

the dead arrive dot matrix on the screen
now they are a different gender
a computer virus    once
they shared their share of creation they
knew passwords & had
usernames there is
email waiting for them, imploring
spontaneous is the laughter of disaster
delicate is catastrophe

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