Sunday, October 26, 2008


for M.H.

From a mutually ruined city, you call to me;
ashes to ashes, in an aria exceedingly alarming:
reader, we have fallen into one another as watchmen,
each unto his tower bonded
by a fascination with the other's fire.

You are not you, exactly, but what we look out on
together, over and over again
until what we see inspires the same breath
split between us, not quite at home
with ourselves in our disparate desperations.