Here
In
The
High
Desert,
I Can
Breathe
Clear,
The
Hurt
And
Fear
Of
Crowded
City
Blues
Contained
In
Cable
News.
But
When
The
Wind
Is
Right,
I Smell
The
Urban
Rage
And
Heat,
And
Hear
The
Death
Knell
In
The
Closing
Of
Hope’s
Gate,
When
Nothing
Can
Survive
But
Angry
Hate.