For you

I saw your city
sink into the muck
of our collective
past,
a monument
to failure,
a laughing joker-sun
brilliantly coal red
in the summer
dying fire--

I marked it down
in my journal
of revelations
to scrawl on the
wall of bone dry hells
of our sometime
future,

I sang a song
that was a lie
so beautiful
as it disappeared
into the horizon
centrifuge,

just so you can claim it
as yours,

I'm giving it away--