A sword thrust
into the city.
From inside
the café, the letters
on the window
look like a new
language. It’s this
simple: There is
nothing within us
like what we are
inside this window.
Colossal seppuku,
you are the sky
before the sky.
Copyright © 2013 by Matt Rasmussen. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on August 6, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.