suburban spring
the wilderness within me
will rise again

death rattles through the mosque

birthday song . . .
the sound of absence
all lit up

death toll mounted to the edge of spit

after the tiger's stripes
I read the braille of raindrops
atop my haiku

wolf hour after hour after hour

my presence
left 
where I penned it
its down  
  poplars
in black and white  
  barcode
natural
commodification
 
  the sun