or Auschwitz understood minimalism
and despair.
They understood it short, but well—that
each absinthe convoy could mimic a covert:
When we exchange crucifixes, we exhange fates.
No Kansas farm-girl, corn-fed,
ill-bred, no Muslim covert
infected with love and longing could
follow this trajectry
until blind-sided until
the road insisted:
enough.
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