The Brooklyn Rail

Something broke for good, an end
Too soon to use pictures as proof,
The fence, still pending, in daydreams
And tunnels, its meaning arrested,
Intense, in this instance, the flash
Just dysfunctioned so badly, analogies
Can’t carry the future, oh angel, these
Two pains found access to language,
Though not raised the same, the plot
Held unevenly hostage, the stakes, too
Weak to raise life between crisis and
Sky, the ground reaches out for a
Figure or form, the fence, not yet
Ready for meaning, relented, and yet,
Competing, you send out a message:
Disaster repeats at the touch of a button,
And you pressed it, inexorably, again.
Whether by will or design, the room
Got sick and fell dark. The wall caught
Your posture, the lights went out.