Mars.1

to be
gone a
constant desire
embarrassed for the
giant leaning in for love
we had enough
of
the dance number but the whirling begins
it just starts
silos full of air
no more corn
no more wheat
watching myself for
full details in a strange man's pants
we let
the soldier board the plane
shot in head three days later
why are you angry you said
why are you not I said