Living with Nazis

The grief that takes your breath away.

Red-orange-purple stains the sky

at sunset.  Animals die.  Children.

Awake all night or not.  Pitch

your tent at the southern edge

of Lake Superior on a beach

strewn with ice.  Listen to the ice

chunks still in the bay click together

in wind.  If you can stand at dawn,

let the endless sky take you.