and now a road connects the cul de sac to the adjacent development but there used to be trees stretching back and there was no way through and i was thankful for the mystery but by the time that girl had hanged herself i could have looked out my back window and watched her neck just snap baseball field lights that shine over the shedding pine each bulb s a blinding sphere in the secular nation unhurried sirens moan pitches that glaze my eyes she s just a pale fleshy typewriter light advertisement for a wind chime that emits rays which resonate in the polluted sky all entrances to the merritt blocked off i mean i d love to believe that death s just the beginning as the shutters fly open and the breeze gives me pause i know what s out there morning phone calls silence and resentment and craters a new moon built in a line