Tears rinse ash from her cheekbones
Understanding outgrows hostility
And each from this tapering path
Finally separate.

Boots on a highway, mud in the field.
Take it home. Take it home.

Sand in leather, blood on stone.
So far gone.

Paper curls, smoke unfurls.
Ash in a tray.

Green lights on the ceiling. Red lights on the wall.
Up this high, I can see them all.

Even my name has an unfamiliar taste.
The whiskey is just the same.

Soaring past the cloudy moon

The Eagle dives beneath the spume

To wrest away the wary mouse,

Ere dawn, to yonder eyrie-house.


And far beneath the cliffs aglow

Men go about their rigmarole.

But an upward gaze affordeth hence,

A fleeting glimpse of elegance.