Anchors Away

Somewhere by the airport
Someone like an old friend
     Exhales into the night time
A foggy line to trace the outline
     of the crackling winter skyline
Which will likely meet with my line
     that I exhaled by the old high school
     while gazing out Northeast

And snowdrops work their way down
Through the pocked, decaying night sky
     But the roots below the roadlines
That were laid down by our forebears
     begin to shake a dusting on
Our slowly hazing heads

And the maps divorce their meanings
While the rats leap in the drink
And those roots release their moorings
     for to favor freezing night

So while the city soundly sleeps
     so too it does disintegrate
And shreiks a silent death knell
Back behind its dimming lights

So I think that I must tell you
--though my mouth fills up with foamy words
   all dying in my throat--
     if your heart is still all tissue
     and stubbornly still beats...

...Congratulations.