After: Parabolic Poem (Ex-Squared Plus One)

I.
I worry that like the Germans after
Hitler I will lull
myself
to
thinking
that things aren’t that
bad staying till all trains rattle deathwards.

II.
White and middle-class I’ll assume the knock
for someone else safe
on my
small
island
watching others dragged
away then shuttering my windows fast.

III.
Chip by chip they will dismantle the house
exposing me curled
fetal
arms
around
my knees.  Where then shall
I hide not least from my own sorry self?

-Devon Balwit

Devon Balwit writes from Portland, OR. She has two chapbooks forthcoming: how the blessed travel from Maverick Duck Press in February and Forms Most Marvelous from dancing girl press in Summer 2017. Her recent work has found many homes, among them: Oyez, The NewVerse News, The Cincinnati Review, Red Paint Hill, All the Sins, Timberline Review, Peacock Review, Trailhead Review, Vector Press, Five 2 One, and Oracle. She welcomes contact with her readers.