"This is the Chapter in which everything changes"
Andrew Grace

This is the Chapter in which everything changes. You are gone. A cab’s double script unspools down the dirt. I remember driving you somewhere. Snow purged an obscure thirst of a parched, white sky. We talked about the life after our deaths. Unwashed in an abandoned land. Houses on fire, or else, the escort of fire. A march forthcoming. We would walk upright, salt wandering to salt. Late and far.

 

                                                                                       [from Sancta]