I walk out into the bleak village and look for you,
with its flat trajectory weapons, since its value
alerted the fighters as the soldiers reached the
place, the clergy and lay leadership of the
removal of equipment which might be booby-trapped.
My poems are coming. Except at night. Then
if an incident was traced to that village,
the team might approach, but rarely enter,
on going from booby-trapped house to booby-trapped house.
never place it right     safe each city block
Safeway, Value Village, Urban Barn, Co-Op,
the night has booby-trapped the places where we shop.
I walk out into the bleak village and look for you,
we receive, continue to be compassionate, to value.

Weldon Hunter writes: "A couple of years ago I was the co-editor of a poetry 'zine called "Value Village Is Booby-Trapped!!", which was a journal of experimental & group poetics. I collaborated with my friend, the poet Erik Komarnicki, and at one point we started experimenting with sonnets, inspired by Ted Berrigan.
Over the Xmas holidays in 2002, I typed "Value Village Is Booby-Trapped!!" into the Google search engine and created this sonnet by selecting particular lines and mixing them with some of Berrigan's own lines."
Weldon Hunter is currently doing a one-page (two-sided) 'zine called "Tastyworld".