Do you think she ever turned to the bear stars
the way I do
and finally started to feel at all,
the Parthenon in free fall
barely there in the background.
The paper mill is abandoned as the citadel.
I sat down at the river and set off Roman candles,
I set down votive candles.
The water's sunken statues all the way down.
(Athens to ashes.)
This is not the end.
This is not the end.
Men found me in caves ferally tucked
the way men do.
Like it was our luck in the lotto,
we scraped the walls of the grottos
barely making an indent.
The Amtrak is abandoned as the citadel.
I sat down at the river and set off Roman candles,
I set down votive candles.
From ruins, any nightmare we can invent.
(Athens to ashes.)
This is not the end.
This is not the end.
(Thieves at the bastions.)
There's nothing I regret
that hasn't burned me yet.
Can you live with what I've done?