Before all is said and done,
but after some is done and said,
we will all take refuge in ruins.
Human ruins, inhuman.
Remembering discontinuous relationships
punctuated with drift.  Remembering
when we wanted so much and thought
ourselves willing to take it.
When there was more to feel
than leaning our brow against cold limestone.
We pursued everything that moved in the name
of peace, and now, when everything (well, most
everything) has fallen and shattered,
we hide inside and deny release.