*Poetry — October 26, 2017
Every time we pass the red church
I think about it.
Heads, legs—
bodies scattered everywhere
on rain-slicked Route 122
after the propane tank exploded.
A ball of fire rolled hundreds of feet.
The spared:
85 children on a school bus
a state trooper who ducked under his dashboard
the tank, now a drain pipe, on Riegel Dairy Farm.
Originally published in No Tokens Issue No. 1. View full issue & more.