Robin Wyatt Dunn writes

Now boundless with rage

If we should part,

Me with my sanity and you with your habit,

bristling and popping under your waistcoat,

we should fuel the night,

anarchic

and holy

rubbed over our faces,

loam and blood

the grand arbiter

shining dark over the sky

his dimpled hat

frightening in its simplicity

we can draw every curve

of your dress

of your enemy's dress

and watch for them to meet

in the alley

Separation II -- Edvard Munch