The skywriter fallen,

a slick of lightning foraged in the stars

for his remains.

The road foreclosed, as of dawn.

Had his body crept ashore

in its abandonment to dusk,

as we spoke, was a south wind savaging his chest?

Boats abided on the tides,

near brother and diminished!

Mouths opened on the many.

Then we heard

what dissipates in the silence

of response.