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On the crowded train,
rather than falling,
I touch lightly the backs
of passengers or steady myself
briefly by their shoulders.
There is none of the violence
of an overripe blackberry

fallen to the sidewalk.
There is no science to be read
in the charred home,
no motive in its black licks
or beautiful swoops of flame.
Feral dogs roam the fallout
and descend to subway stations.

We who had once walked
so many miles to be alone
were not surprised this place
was ruled by abnegation.
There were the chuckling creatures
on the rooftop we always heard
but never saw.