“Everywhere is heart-rending wail,
everywhere consternation, and death
in a thousand shapes…” ~ Virgil
Lay back down in the earth
next to the stones and roots—
A wind has blown open all
the doors of the house.
Cabinet doors have come
unhinged; ripped floorboards
have upended the furniture.
No one can speak directly
of what happened here.
But we cannot set a table
straight again. It hurts
to lie in the grass,
the night with its thousand
perforations engulfing you.
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