Crumbling city:
flesh-taut skeletons shuffle silently
past niveous lake,
vain swans now
sullied bones on cracked plates.
Ruinous silence
salts her eyes: beautiful dogs,
gone the way of the swans –
where are the missing dead?
They reside
in his eyes: his lupine touches
tamed, sullied by war, doubt;
equally devoured, she freezes.