We kept Ella, and Rowan. Eb is too little yet.
They like to visit Granny. They feed the chickens
and the rabbit and gather eggs. We play in the park,
and go to the library. They watch cartoons or movies
on their TV set. We read to them and they paint.
We go for walks. They have a wagon. They have a galvanized
washtub they bathe in. We see the fire engines. The police cars,
in Parker. The policeman is our friend. To protect and serve.
Army reservists. There is a War on Terrorism, you know.
Perhaps they’ll have to fight in it. To defend the military-
industrial-academic complex. Perhaps they’ll have
other priorities. I hope not. I don’t think so.
A lot can happen. We could die, and then
it wouldn’t matter to us a good god damn.
It would only matter to them, and that’s
their business.