Cold War forensics



Suburbia’s metal teeth

link power suspended delicate

to unforgiving structures,

the city,

a final breath. 
There between quicklime vertices

the chief inspector informs me,

judgment day is only

a change in elements.

The body bag zipper caught and stuck,

he pulled his collar up against the cold. 
We had questions,

which we asked while the children selling fruit in the street

bathed in sunshine.