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Solitude, Utah

Saint Paul, 30 April 2006
for Maia

Solitude is deemed desirable
in unacknowledged polls

Burrowed in the Wasatch range
is a secret prison brimming
with well-fed white people

Quickly they forget the terror
of their own respiration

Back home they recall nothingness
as a profound comfort

At daybreak TNT charges
trigger pulverizing avalanches
blanketing the unsavory

Who, left with no transponder
cannot avert suffocation