You, Warmer Than I

 

We reappeared through

 

mountains in the North blackened

with distance, blacker even behind

themselves, and obscured even

further with that tokey giant air.

 

Everything smelled rotten. Food rotten

in the car and the fields stank cow. Cow

kept in its own dirt. Windows kept

not open nor shut. Green rot and anger.

 

What small patch of cloudless sky

shown beaming on the ground-

 

You, warmer than I.

 

A river that follows us still

knotted like a mocked Mississippi.  

Concrete hovered above

the swamp, in the valley,

where it was decided to build this town.

 

If needed, could we get there in time?

 

Fear obscured even Anger.

 

There are hundreds of miles before

one has to decide.