by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
The flight of the unlikely
neither clear nor precise
left spiraling
in a death-defying crisis
sitting idly and drying
up beneath spindly
rigs of depletion as cyclones
like insurgencies
reel repeatedly with refugees
immensely irreverent hectoring
without making sense as expletives
reorienting themselves eerily
self-possessed as separate identities
in debris-clogged streets
of casualties wiped clean
at a cut-rate
annualized pace
while death rates
climb for migrants
as audacious free-
wheeling tornadoes
lethally circulate
across the great plains
on a fateful day in May
unable to turn the page
after twisted devastation
grinding malaise slinking away
while yanking at expectations...
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