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.

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