Red Cloud Litany
In Richmond, a red cross is burning above
the Methodist Church. This isn’t a metaphor.
If you walk to the Point, you can see everything:
the Bay Bridge; Mount Tamalpais; fishermen
near anchored yachts; warehouses and
shipyards. What else can this stateside hold?
Today is the shade of erasure. Maybe an apocalypse,
in the literal sense. I feel the grim reaper breathing
but not whispering. I’m horrified but still
grab my camera and hop the chain link fence.
I aim my shutter and click. I don’t want to forget
what it felt like when we were buried.