show me all your letters
showers down in word
on the streets at night, black.

smooth curve of breast
globe of lamplight
breaking up the fog at dusk.

four a.m., our time
standard time of rags and smoke

smoothing with stone
careful not to break,
of decent men.
of fine cloth, linen.

sheets of rain
falling like your letters
waves of code in black and white.

broken darlings,
ruined supper
outdoors, by the rain at night
shining block of concrete
topped by your letters, at night.