henry 7. reneau, jr.
The Book of Hours
The sun sets on enhanced interrogation,
even as it rose, exponentially, on drone strikes,
like the sum of collateral damage
became a euphemism, beyond our peripheral
vision, & we held the shining black eye
of history in our mouth, as if
we imagined God in our every breath, as if we
are, all of us, alone in the complicity of others.
henry 7.reneau, jr. writes words in conflagration to wake the world ablaze.