Hinotama
There is a simpler, more pristine life
inside the ball of light
bouncing above the barbed wire fence
A small incision made
in space
through which an entirely new fashion
of human being
is spying
on the people incarcerees,
we are supposed to call them,
that is the signal
of their expendability
motivating the whirling blades the wave-like crests
as the striving of a human
to separate
the calcified tumor
that makes the ball
a planet fallen
to ice
a simpler, more pristine life
pressing against the startled faces
rooting, together,
to describe the ephemeral achievement
of collective entrapment
the loss that is constant, rapid
