burnt night, here in this city.
through the night, through the walls to us all
(and all and all)
...breath electric where we are walking
in the mesquite breeze
take my bones to the valley.
through the avenue, under crooked traffic light
cry city dogs, city dogs cry the whole night
through
and
miles and miles (or maybe
somewhere in between) this dream cries:
"we are holding, holding it all as it crashes down
all down."












