Fugitives by Nels Hanson

With your cameras you can filmthe recent tragic massacreas grotesque slow-motion ballet,the would-be victims’ faces at last sincere with awe and terror,a post-modern late-decadentRococo. You can man a stationon our moon that has no air, weak gravity, days and nights each 13 days and half a day, the silver mercury dropping five hundred degrees Fahrenheit  but glance at Earth and you recallyou’re safe. You can do all kinds … Continue reading Fugitives by Nels Hanson