The End of Words             

Last night

sound left


Pulling tissue paper

out of an empty gun


Last night at the end of words

spiders wove their opinions

into the wrong intentions


Last night

of panic

when all the doors are closed

and the lights go out

just when everyone should stay

everyone leaves

and the darkness

shaves off its mouth

* Published in The American Poetry Review November/December 2003 as # 19

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