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Red Cloud Litany


Alan Chazaro

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.

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