Red Cloud Litany

 

Alan Chazaro

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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.