Moonlight stuns the trees,
the silences between eternities,
one death & another.
There’s consolation in grief;
abstract pity for the botched man
on the street, his credibility hung.
In sleep, I fill the sores
with a finger, stoke the emptiness
Shake your head if this is what you want.
You flush like you missed a step,
fell thru. Like you knew
I was watching.