Devon Balwit

In Memoriam

in me also, bright sulfur,
the flare of a dying empire,
the insistence that you notice
even as I am going down
//
in each upturned face
a wince, a thrill
at the blast not quite
close enough to feel

Devon Balwit: “But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— [I give] a lovely light!”