Snow in the parking lot of the factory
unfair to its workers. Snow in the parking lot
of the school where the children were shot.
Snow in the parking lot of the newspaper
banned by the government. Someone who had
a bad night smoking a cigarette. Someone
who had a bad night peeling back a bandage,
looking at the wound for a moment, and sticking
the bandage back. You’re entitled to your rage,
I agree. I agree God is unforgivable.
Aleksander Wat renounced Dada in Lubyanka,
did you know that? I read it in a book.
An hour before dawn but the workers and students
and journalists are already arriving, the cars
and busses nose through the blizzard like oxen
abandoned by confused pioneers. Streetlights
stain the sky pink and the sun squats stubborn
under the horizon. Weighing its option.

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Joel Brouwer

JOEL BROUWER is the author of four books of poems, including the forthcoming
Off Message. He teaches at The University of Alabama.

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