by Michael Conner, Senior, Writing & Linguistics
Hollowed riverbeds and blood
red plains beside copper
cabins, rusted away,
crushed on railroad tracks
oxidized to black, so heavy
trains wheezed and howled
with exhaust, like families
burning from fires
of war offhand, handed
off to clenched fingers of dying
soldiers, scattered through copper
speckled crops and gunpowder soil
