For A.Z.

I would kill for an aerial view of the moon, 
or for stillness, that slow descent 
into the incomprehensible.
In other words,
I’d kill to die 
(silent).

What use is intellect,
scarlet as we are with our fears
on our faces? 

I must be nearsighted to continue 
believing in chapped hands 
clasped in love and poetic
justice but I do.