something's burning
Written after the tragedies of September 11th, 2001.

where's the corn?
this city smells like burnt corn
lines stream across the bottom of my TV
permeating my ears with quotes of revenge
recurring images
billowing gray thickness
fine dust coating the reception
subtle at first
then covering the screen
so I can't see the people
whose lungs are smoke-gray
arms on fire
this city smells like burnt corn
where's the corn?