The
hand that ended the man depopulated a world.
There
is no need to erect new buildings only
ghosts enter here.
This is a dead country illuminated by a white moon
on a winter night.
We
buy a ticket and make our way to the cheap seats.
The departed are with us now here on the other side
of
an open-air stadium.
We
watch a laser light show. We see an angel suspended
above us on invisible wires.
The
hand that held the gun waves to us in the dark.
The hand that ended the man depopulated a world.
