Rows upon rows upon rows of suns
and when I ask them where they’re headed
They go on voiceless
This one you hated, this one
you ignored, this one your forgot,
this one you tortured, this
one you never saw
Someone says
and when I ask them where they’re headed

they go on till
they stumble and fall
This one on that one on that
a shattering, the pieces are grey

Rows upon rows upon rows of moons
and I’m tongue-tied
This one you killed,
and this one and that one and that.
Someone says
and I turn around, you grab me
with your nightly glare
The dagger smiles in my hand
and blood, in queues, downwards flows
Stars in your skies wink
This one you killed
who?
where are you headed
Then moons and the suns rise up
their hues abandoned in rock

and follow you, smoothly, on
Down this tentative cliff
you vanish—
they vanish
—all vanishes
My feet stretched to roots
and them betrothed to ground
suns and moons march on
the dagger in my hand
smiles—smiles— smiles
Blood all about, but not one dies
not one winces,
the crowd comes and
down the cliff, vanishes

dagger in my hand smiles
—smiles
This one you killed
who—