Refuge.

• Author: Sacks, Peter
• Position: Poem

Circling the mountain cities of another country-- thin wolf running with the snow between my teeth--I offered the fluorescent nurse black tracks of linen long enough to wrap your charred hands back into oblivion-- the bolt unleashed a rifle barrel pointing out late harvest carcasses the wagon wheels shredded borders look the sack of my despair thrown to the gravel-- this was freedom knobbed & choking under frozen...