Remiss

Remiss 5/16

After Mount Tambora
there was snow in June
and many starved

Our collective arms were cold
our faces covered in coal dust
and the fires would out and on

Skies would be yellow
at sunset things would
get purple fog covered

Our fingers go purple and the
houses stand tired while trees
will not come out of their hush

Make a bridge Tambora
bring us all in from the air
remind us we’re grateful