an empty coal train
is rolling past a hobo camp
so many vacancies
like christ’s tomb
while the emergency room at the hospital
has no beds to spare
no windows of any kind
only an addict’s hallucinations
and a skinny old man
yelling help without the p
hell hell hell for hours
until the hospitalist snaps
out here it’s nearly easter
another winter’s worth of fossil fuels
have risen indeed
on wings of mercury
a gray fox ravaged by rabies
leaves her pelt beside the burrow
as the first hepaticas
raise their blue cups
