as Eve fell from favor; eyes open.
by an angry god; alas Shinar.
at the last exhale; my God.
of man’s last temple; Manhattan.
to laws, grace and man; the dust calls
I wake up like a stray dog, belonging to no one. Cold, cold, and the rain. Friendships outgrown or ruined. And love, dear God, the women I have loved now only names Remembered: dead, lost, or old. Mildness more and more the danger. Living among rocks and weeds to guard against wisdom. Alone with the heart howling Lying in the dark... (Jack Gilbert)