Healed by a microscope, the angel burns my missing son's hair

in the mirror's 
invisible stomach. 

I am in the blue school of that first shooting. 

Ohio radio treats fatigue as an error from sleep's past.

Art is a moon rock in a gun shop 
And death

God's refusal
to age.

Copyright © 2021 by Barton Smock. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 23, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.