when i was together at the end of the world
             all these rooms were strangely weary
             
             
i thought what must it be then to be here for the coming
             
             

             
             since the beginning of these incidents

             i've been thinking about the precision of time

             incised in our marrows and prayers   

             
             
             

             
             i wonder
                if when they turn the body of
                the child upside down they 
                feel more than sorry