The curfew was as long as anyone could remember

Certainty’s tent was pulled from its little stakes

It was better not to speak any language 

There was a man cloaked in doves, there was chandelier music

The city, translucent, shattered but did not disappear

At the hour between the no longer and the still to come

The child asked if the bones in the wall

Belonged to the lights in the tunnel

Yes, I said, and the stars nailed shut his heaven