BYU Studies, poetry, mercy
I merge into surging highway wind, my backseat baby babbles to the Tim-Tams macaroni yogurt burger cookies and bananas, and a crackling alto announces the world this hour: buildings burst in a distant port, scoundrel stabs doctor in a clinic past the mountains, furious inferno feasts on trees, towns just south of here.
BYU Studies Quarterly: Vol. 60:
2, Article 9.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/byusq/vol60/iss2/9