Will know nothing

Deep inside the quiet deep parting of private seas
to leagues of muscular chants, there is a love
to be lost and broken    rearranged like blocks—
whose name we spell is not the issue—it is us not willing
to pay attention to architecture, its integrity, whether
it will last the shake    we go story after story
thinking the roof will know nothing of the ground.

from A Penny Saved (Willow Books, 2012) by Arisa White. Copyright © 2012 by Arisa White. Used with permission of the author.