Christmas I’ve seen another world pass by in the furrow of your brow, seen all of creation drowned in the quick lick of your lips, ancient ruins swept to dust by the lightest touch of your arm, billions of beating hearts rose and fell with the expansions and contractions of your ribcage, the songs we sang were mighty to destroy and when I saw you standing there that bright winter’s day, squinting your eyes in the sunlight, thinking, I’m sure, of the prospects of new novels and poems and fresh dirt beneath fingernails, I prayed then, I prayed, tell me, touch me, before another world passes by, before it’s all gone, pray, show me how it’s done.