In Your Veins(mgv2, 4/09)

When you walk

to the window

light

shivers along

peeling paint.

Nothing gives

anything back,

no shadows

in your fist

taste of wool

and sweat bows

your trembling

tongue.

“Nightfall”

the only song

in your veins,

empty cry

beyond city

walls.

Here the ancients

poured sweet

libations in the dust,

sent torchlight

streaming

above lidded leaves.