STARS BURN SILENT AND FURIOUS

By the greasy open window
pane cataracted from
staring into the dirt drift
of stormbreak
the poor eye doesn’t blink
recording           forgetting

We sit in the dusk smouldering
The bottle is the first to go
charring on the wall 
wine time is surely over
as the glasses are crushed
the kitchen packs itself up
carries the boxes out the window
in your black halterneck, you are luminous
a floating head, I can only imagine
my own, as our house of light fades
the only thing to do is
not look away

Then real night arrives,
lays out
a groundsheet
we both disappear
the blinds are drawn
our eyes have grown tough; insensitive
an uncertainty:
what existed in the light
still remains in the dark
while overhead outwindow
stars burn silent and furious