23:25	

The city as we passed through it was heavy with the vibration of tears.

A trembling wasteland of ashes dancing

Curved blade of the river

                                                       cleaving

                                                                              through the middle.
Melancholy rising from the bullet holes

where the streets coiled in on themselves

like animals preparing for the winter.
 
14:02	

The harshness of salt and the liquid

smell of the ocean carried on the charcoal wind.

Through the half open train window

watching the city was like watching

a photograph burning into view:

a mythic hero playing a tragic figure

trying to grapple with history like a man

trying to hold the river in a sieve.