I walk breathing the city’s faint stink cross a treeless square shivering in the dark see myself inhabiting a wasteland of little flags a broken sky not by birds but by black drones circling the globe, covering liquid distances swift as a pang through the body.

Eyes open against the summer heat Only a dog’s bark disturbs the air A few minutes ago there was no wind The heartfelt deadly calm burned Into its habits forgetting to make brilliant plans