for a time
a fox remains
     a fox
         a deer
a deer
          then decay
the fox is all
foxes
        all deer

       *

            not quartz
movement
then
       not atomic
clocks
          but ruins
tell us time
                 or poinsettias
unseasonable as weather
now is

       *

we title our grief
war

       *

     shadowed by a
government not ready
for action
            but acting
now
       though we hover
like weather around
a mountain