Unwanted Populations

Twisted—
the bone gristle exposed
through holes in the skull
which is cracked and has
crusted with blood that
dried on her scalp—
she is wrapped in old
blankets and newspapers
by the dumpster in the alley,
under sloppy tags, her
cocoon untouched except
by rats and roaches and
the eggs that will hatch
to maggots that will eat her
dead flesh.
It reminds me of pictures
I’ve seen of the Sioux at
Wounded Knee—
frozen in the snow.