Tail Clouds
Tail Clouds
She walked too fast. Beside the wall of stones
the trail grew dim and then the rain appeared
as though from nowhere. Hail fell like bones
then decomposed into the mud. I feared
the distance thrown between us, feared the lost
footsteps, the broken words we cast against
the ground. Above me clouds turned dark, the cost
of desolation manifest, condensed
into a fundamental violence. She flees,
I follow. This is how the story goes—
the useless drugs, the obstinate disease
that wins again, again, until it blows
us both apart. And yet, I follow, still
sanguine despite the wet, the wretched chill.
