from “NIGHT SKY”

And what did you see, sequoia-quiet, looking out at blacknight. No islands, no kings or corridors of fury.But the districtsthe moon’s beaming chalk thirst. Above the painted desert,the air rustles at your wrists, pulls away from the longindustry on land, up into those far lights. A vast ordinance,unspoken, with no need to be spoken. Those whodid not have to die. Yourself, and all you loved.