Vanish

I.
One limb hovers
frozen above a disheveled field
of hurt’s dismembered belongings.

Unsinkable truth seeps
into the earth.
Bright flags belie
a caravan of ice.

II.

Cable news obliterates the story
until advertising dollars
crave new news.
Like a plane it
vanishes, from
airwaves, from collective
conscience.

III.

One limb two years three
hundred souls the sucking
stillness,
a vast unknowable
bigger than doubt
to remind us how
little.