Working Life
Howie Good

I was unsure initially
if it were my blood

or someone else's.
Peacocks I never saw

shrieked at night in the trees.
I set my alarm for six.

In the morning my life was
right where I had left it.

I muttered to myself.
She grabbed a steno pad

and started making notes.
Women in face masks

stood at long tables
sorting pieces of the wreckage.