Justin Lowe

the precedents were piling up

like old newspapers in a poet's hallway.



grey begat grey.

the talk became more rapid and less inspired.



examples were made of the inveterate,

tangent replaced nuance.



there was a strange crispness in the air

as though someone had rolled back a stone.



trees shivered in the night

as the buttons of the sky popped open.



blame was laid like a dead bird

on every doorstep.