I Want a Solution
for Charlottesville, VA
I want a solution
but my mind
offers platitudes
maybe they’re enough
to seal the gap
the whistling cold
the difference between
yesterday and today
in Charlottesville
where others carry
thoughts like a sickness
that kills them first
swinging their fever
in censers anointing
their steps with ash
walking by them
I try to keep quiet
and pass unseen
my easy answers
held out of sight
like a shut box
at every street
each body in the road
I press the lid down tighter