Come up from the Pile.
grab a cot, some sleep-
Can’t go home today, tonight.
Have to dig, find my brother.
NOT LIKE ORPHEUS
I made myself stay in the passenger
seat, used my asthma as an excuse,
rolled up the windows when we
got to the Pile, let others unload
water and candy from the van.
Through the side-view mirror I watched
the recovery crews approach the tables.
I could not make out their features, their
bodies masked by a grey-brown mist
of dirt and dust. One glance was enough-
I did not look through the rear view mirror,
I did not peer out the back window,
I could not force myself to turn.
I did not go out on the truck again.
The Hudson at Twilight
the blue satin sash
encircling a little girl’s dress,
the fireman’s parade uniform
no, not blue