"Men who believe in absurdities
will commit atrocities" - Voltaire

The rifled honeycomb
of the high-rise hotel
where a wind tunnel moans
While jungle-clad troops
ransack the Falls, race
through huddled streets
we lie awake, the wide
window washed with rain
your oval face, and tide
of yellow hair luminous
as you turn to me again
seeking refuge as the
cave of night blooms
with fresh explosions