Hinotama

There is a simpler, more pristine life

inside the ball of light

bouncing above the barbed wire fence

A small incision   made

in space

through which an entirely new fashion

of human being

is spying

on the people    incarcerees,

we are supposed to call them,

that    is the signal

of their expendability

motivating the whirling blades    the wave-like crests

as the striving of a human

to separate

the calcified tumor

that makes the ball

a planet     fallen

to ice

a simpler, more pristine life

pressing against the startled faces

rooting, together,

to describe the ephemeral achievement

of collective entrapment

the loss that is constant, rapid