Sarah Dances Through the Gyres

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Observe--
the masters have abandoned us again.

We came to their temples
and found them empty as the dawn--
cloth scattered everywhere,
tables overturned,
doves half-baked
on broken spits;
they made haste, as usual.

But we are used to such goings.

How many sharp staccatos of laughter
when they tore the curtain
and took the tablets we carved
into the night?

Not as many or as loud, it seems,
as when we find no trace
of any destination,
shake our heads,
and turn inside
to harvest the remaining flames.