[Poem] Here, the River Haunt

Bodies of students young despair:
An artist, the whispered, teeth and hair.
Some spectral digits clasp at flags and tear.
Yon wave and pavement witness near
Your campus of dreams, the shade and clear
To see such windy seas our clashing forms are from,
Fathom foam and phantom, our eerie erring ear.

What unwise winding butcher Time will cease and pare, without peer.

From BARROW, 2009