A Winter Night

The hand that held the gun waves to us in the dark.

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.