midnight on a hopeless street

                                 
In a black peacoat Benjamin chased her
across an icy street. The moist snow

massaged golden streetlights slipped
down into the storm drains and he wept

her name, Estelle, Estelle, Estelle, until
the small gray void of automobile spun

spun around upon the slick of crystal
spun around her, her in blood, in blood

wet, broken and dying. He stopped and
watched her last breath. In a black peacoat

Benjamin wept, leapt across the icy street.
The moist snow dancing around covering

her body. her body limp, and all the love
gone like stars behind the clouds.