The moon is hiding it’s face

All night the wind

Bullies back and forth

Through the sleeping city,

Turning over bins and

Tugging at the rigging

Of the dismantled church,

Howling with discontent

Like an animal gnawing

It’s harness.

 

The all night news

Ferries us to sleep,

Despairing voices

Indistinguishable from our own,

Come to us on the night shore

Like sirens in the fog.

 

Sometime near dawn,

I see you paused at the window,

Your face turned white;

The messenger

Bringing news

Of a newly fallen city.