To connect the world along an isthmus,
a channel of blood and virtue.
To connect the world along the burnt out border,
razed level to the ground.
To listen. To lie face to the ground,
then get up and walk, as if asking for a secret
from the ground, one truth
in body and soul, as told us by the seer.
Thus I place my face on this ground
and listen carefully to the anonymous violence,
the metallic sound of the city.