Tree shadows

On the ground

the trees mark, each by each--

the light dies:

And you, a shadow, under the boughs,

a cold cluster of ash, the remnants of a fire,

headlines, infamous nothing:

A tragedy,

burning on the lips

of those who did not know you.

But I knew you:

And now there is a black line

where words used to be.

Someday, I will come to find you here,

alone,

in the long grasses.