Tozeur
rows across dead hearts
rows of things to come once guts
rose up from the stone kept ceaseless derisive
rose of Dardanelles
only by hands saved and spared
a star over night
a sun to someone
a myth of multiplicity
I will keep watch until once more warm beats
your own secret single stay awake all night prayer
a pulse a whisper a ghost
my ear my hands my wounded finger prints
