the echoes of September 11, 2009

I have heard you
How your love falls
Unsplintered at my feet

How the cold wind races
through
The echoes of your heart

And how this light
beneath my ribs
Cured your blindness

my last love September 7, 2009

These are the houses
of my broken angels
On concrete slabs
their feathers tatter in the wind
As the grasses lay a bed
for the first of the coming frosts
and speak to me in tongues,
I flap my wings and trust
they’ll carry me beyond
my last love dying