«I'm here» he said in a voice so still.
«I heard» she said, «with TIME to kill.»
The street slept silent in darkened dread,
All post lamps cracked & lightbulbs bled.
For they all shuddered when he walked
& burst in RAPTURE when he stopped.
He could not help it; he was born
Of humming wires & thunderstorms.
She could not see his face, his door
Not for 13 years or evermore.
A barber's razor to seal the deal
Would leave his throat naught to feel.
& in the ALLEYS where angels dealt
On his knees he bowed & knelt,
ALL FLAGS flying for nothing less
Nothing more than lavish dress.