V

There is none of you on the beach only pebbles

shells fragments each day the sea will rearrange their pattern.

This city is the same. Homes tenements banks council houses

night is a dark period that defaces refaces them unquietly.

I have held you in my hand like a stone

smooth reduced to itself by an obscure system of waves.

Everywhere this impotent rush and yet a single unmoving stone

will hold up no matter what cathedrals to the firmament.