Across the bridge

Where many lips await

To chant the names of their nameless

The end folded into another beginning

 

A thousand eyes stare

At the river, descending to drown us all

We these people that turn on their own

 

Point me to the temple the wind says

At the widening of another embodiment

Where silence lays to wear another garment

Vowing to shield the end from rolling on us

 

Sir, frolick your hands to where they belong

This boy is true and in truth he shall exist

His light will come to undress us tomorrow

I hope its arrival doesn’t shame us all, again

 

And just then

When the city thought rest would finally succeed

An enigma upended and tailored eyes on new nests

The past stretched its spine into another realm

And the end continues to begin