John Sweet writes

the future as a broken mirror in an empty room

and you and i in brilliant 

november sunlight, 

all effortless grace and fragile hope, 

all half-forgotten dreams

a city on fire or a 

handful of ashes

someone’s lover found dead in a 

stolen car at the river’s edge

i have measured my life in miles 

and i have wound up nowhere

i have been the wrong person 

for years on end

let the joke fill your heart 

like a mouthful of blood

let the gun be aimed and the 

trigger pulled with infinite kindness

we are nothing if not 

merciful

University College Fire -- J. E. Usher