push the needle of the pen
burning sensation
then pour grief in
there are many kinds of loss
some have names some we swallow
fit what you can in a pill
there is no plan to save us
trespassers take up your tools
we will store things here we need
and when the siren sounds
lay mirrors in the street
bring heaven down to earth
Copyright © 2011 by Jen Benka. From Pinko (Hanging Loose Press, 2011). Used with permission of the author.