Tonight

Tonight, Rome falls again,

smearing the edge

over immovable muscle.

The greasy molds

counteracting each other.

x

From their heads, their

fragile ornaments,

sway and sweep, a period, elastic.

Circles of sun, wearily exchanged,

groping for passage,

a blind penance paid.

x

Always eager, always sleepy.

An imprint fervent on fingers,

like bitter winters

on gentle cracks,

like a noun between two adjectives

makes for itself

an elective crisis.

x

They live like trees

on suburban streets, unknowing,

as they trip on their halos,

like redeemed snakes,

the birth of conquerors, the

immortal undefeated.

x

Her laugh, light, wind chime high,

Her skin even, faintly blue,

like tidal irises

with their shifting stances

engulfing each other
for singular color.

Her iridescence stinted,

unwillingly assimilated.

x

She laughs quietly, waiting faithfully

for the inbred destruction

to bleed itself and evaporate.

A silent specter,

for the injustice of appearance,

as his iron feet hover

and crush entire regions

x

It was always safer.

(Admit it, sadist,)

You revel in segregation,

(I spit no venom,

only vision.)

misjudging your purpose

in your queasy homeland.

Oh, well,

tonight, Rome falls again.