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THIS IS OUR AMERICAN AMERICA HERE IS YOUR SON

We bring the world to bed with us,

its weather, its moving maps,

and its wars. When the staff told

the grieving chimp, tomorrow

they’d bring her a baby, she understood

her baby, the one three years ago

whisked inexplicably away,

not any baby, which is what

they brought. Of course

she wouldn’t touch it. Of course

this lasted all day and into

the night and by morning

had been replaced by embrace.

Kinship is a gun set to stun,

circumstance a falcon striking

midair. Tonight I know the head

shot, I know the kneeling man.

If you know a face, when you

know a face, how you know

a face is the way every part of it

works together when, still a person,

across a table a person laughs

on just another sunny day.