She's like chartreuse in all that she does —
they know her name,
they know her function.
But no one knows who she is,
and no one cares that she is a person.
We're told to hide away,
don't discuss,
never show,
never acknowledge.
Except alone,
in hidden corridors,
secret passageways
where only "our kind" might tread.
Japan.Within a nanosecond’s span,that single word emblazons images that landlike flashbulbs snapping off behind a whirling fan—tobacco smoke conceals command;the modest fist of reason, slams—its compromise […]
We cover the globe with hands outstretched,
palms naked and dirty from ash
lying on our backs, looking at the sky as the spark of life leaps from our eyes.