I’ve seen stains
on the road where
it happened. I’ve seen
ambulance lights
heading away from
where it happened.
I’ve heard weeping
and screaming,
tortured explanations
of torture and death,
condescension turned to
terrorism, eventual drift
from truth to shrug, and
blue, blue winds blowing
any remaining truth like
so many dandelion seeds away
from where it happened;
if you want me
to testify about where
it happened, where
exactly it happened,
we’ll be here a while
as I point and say
there and
there and
there
and there and
there
is where it happened.
Everywhere
is where it happened.