Vanish

by Richard Pryll Jr.

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I.

One limb hovers

frozen above a disheveled field

of hurt’s dismembered belongings.

 

Unsinkable truth seeps

into the earth.

Bright flags belie

a caravan of ice.

 

II.

 

Cable news obliterates the story

until advertising dollars

crave new news.

Like a plane it

vanishes, from

airwaves, from collective

conscience.

 

III.

 

One limb two years three

hundred souls the sucking

stillness,

a vast unknowable

bigger than doubt

to remind us how

little.