back there gates swung in dust
watchtower stood
brooding the dead city
devastation lingers
fierce silhouettes
of passion spent
jagged rock bleeds
thoughts of you
amid the bleached bone
of red hair
lighting the crossroads
hunger rises again
the lost and the lonely
beneath a stone
your image taunts
i follow.
- Previously published in marc says, maysa says
Renga Rounds 1998
by Marco Ashcroft and Maysa Peterson