for SP and KB
Now that you’re old enough to have people die
you only see vulgarity in a monarch lighting close enough
to illuminate the place where someone broke or got broken.
Walk and see cruelty or stupidity at least in the idea of spirit
so close to bridge abutments and railroad tracks that
make your skin viscous with the heat.
Where metal could pull a strip of you off to be
oil in the ties, mineral as the minerals you fuse to,
as he was proven here, right here,
you are too close to belief to be beyond it.