Over the Pass
is good dental care,
clean air
and electricity which doesn't waver.
The Pass is thin,
like the eye
of a needle.
Moguls, Chinese, Russians
and tolerance, have never
come through;
gelignite and guns,
bombs and particles are slippery,
fluid, flexible.
We drive on a narrow
track- these slim pickings
squeak through.
We are in pieces.
The sky, under a white mountain,
is impassive.
It bites down:
flickers with indifference.