Pearl Harbor Day

We welcome a mourning intruder,/after he abandons interest,/ abiding in woes/ he slaves over the sink./Breathless, he anticipates cures,/from dime chocolate bars they give his skin auras./Outside, headlights,the rocket’s red glare/we are no match for his hunger for sweets./A need to hear noises/he hears the bells ring./The familiar clutch descends /from vast krags of illusion/with the same penalties yonder./He endures this wanton disaster.

You hear his resigned voice /over the radio,/in impressions that stave off memory./Dive bombers, implored by the planet, extract those penalties/their careers in suspect silence.

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