somehow louder at night, penetrates
all air, which holds and spreads it.
My son ascribes the sound to the tires
of cars, not their rumbly engines,
I assume because it's white noise.
This noise is the product of white men,
who penetrated the land with help
they ascribed out loud to destiny,
who grew tired
of going to and fro in it,
walking up and down in it, and
then made corridors to channel the wind,
so that it might be aimed.