Ice that curves

around the pulsing blood

of bodies forming,

clouds that reach

with sudden hands

into the glimmer

of empty lots,

lightning raging in circles

dropping hoops

and wilted flowers

on wounded walkways,

jagged steps

on crumbling ledges

all smoothed by a windy sash

and a scythe for clusters

bursting out of night

that have rainy faces,

bone paperweights and doorstops

collecting in the mansion of the dead.