C. D. Wright

Dear Dying Town

          The food is cheap: the squirrels are black; the box factories have all
moved offshore; the light reproaches us, and our coffee is watered down,
but we have an offer from the Feds to make nerve gas; the tribe is lobby-
ing hard for another casino; the bids are out to attract a nuclear dump;
and there’s talk of a supermax —

In the descending order of your feelings

                                                                Please identify your concerns

          P.S.: Remember Susanville, where Restore the Night Sky has
become the town cry.