“This Wounded Geometry”
What is this wounded geometry circumscribing the earth?
This scarred ecology?
This shattered geography?
This grieving anthropology?
This biology of barrenness, encircled by easy, shimmering life,
hollowed out and pitted by these hallowed, pious monuments to ghosts never-born,
who still whisper in their perfect natality, crying to be protected
from the always oncoming storm.
These ghosts remain with us for a long time. Maybe always.