For Danah Rojo Rivas

The projectiles of men
Have crashed into your space!
Mom's car--caught in cross fire--
And you in the backseat,
With poodle on lap
Entering so many intersections:
The first one is asphalt and signage,
The second one is sinew and hate,
The third is screaming and urban air,
With angels picking up fragments
And spatter,
And your dear white dog going with you
To heaven--

Laura Stickney

Image: Angel Floating to the Right,
Fra Bartolomeo, Albertina Museum