Howie Good

The War Against My Great-Grandparents 

You closed your eyes to it,
and closed your mind to it,

ignored what was grabbing
for them with big, meaty hands,

and they ended up in the ovens,
but that’s why we need beauty,

fields that shimmer in the wind
and do it like it means everything.

Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.