Nuit Blanche
Nuit Blanche
February’s snow buried midnight
And swallowed one a.m. in subsequent flurries
Monday’s second hour
Like one of Ilium’s layers
Ruined
Awaits its inexorable interment
Atop the wrecks of its predecessors
Ruined
Awaits its inexorable interment
Atop the wrecks of its predecessors
— Zumwalt (19 February 1979,Washington, DC)
