And now a road connects the cul-de-sac

To the adjacent development

But there used to be trees stretching back

And there was no way through

And I was thankful for the mystery

But by the time that girl had hanged herself

I could have looked out my back window

And watched her neck just snap

Baseball field lights that shine

Over the shedding pine

Each bulb's a blinding sphere

In the secular nation

Unhurried sirens moan

Pitches that glaze my eyes

She's just a pale fleshy typewriter-light advertisement for a wind chime that emits rays which resonate in the polluted sky

All entrances to the

Merritt blocked off I mean

I'd love to believe that death's

Just the beginning as the

Shutters fly open and the

Breeze gives me pause

I know what's out there

Morning phone calls silence and resentment and craters

A new moon built in a line