Frank

Stuck in plastic
her heart proceeded from La Palma
like Anne Frank

pin-pointing the marvelous way
Internet predators would be caught
trying to seduce her if she lived today

but the house, half moondust
groped along
with doors and windows,

its whip raised high.
A birthmark hidden
from the Germans

rose up, unfolded wings
and flew away.
Ann put her head in her hands

and the sky rolled on dirty wheels.
A small round stone
crossed out her name from the living.