Sunglassesturning autumnto technicolordon’t provide shadeagainst atrocityStaring directlyat the sunonly burnsthe memory of violenceon my retinasNo amountof hippie peace musicdrowns outthe wails of warFleece can’t warmthis NovemberMy childrenare listeningThere’s no avoidingthis
#18 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.