I. Bug-Out Bag
It is April 2020
And no one wants to do jihad anymore
The bedrock trembles in its burial shroud
Yawning titans birth a plague
Our gods all seem to catch it
And live, like oceans retching back black rain
II. Shoot House, Autumn View
West wind a truck on fire
Wrecking through these woods
But I face it
I am patient with my love.
— Ryan Haas lives and works in St. Louis, Missouri.