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.