Finally, I can see again,
through the shroud
of darkness that lingers.
It is a world of black and white,
some gray. Above and belching still
is the surviving twin, wounded and ailing
yet appearing as sturdy as his brother did
and so, giving me no reason for hope.
I aim my bicycle away when suddenly
visions break through. I am
unprepared for someone near me.
Like a sail in a Nantucket fog
looming up unexpectedly, I am startled
to see a man but a few feet from me.
He is quiet, staring down.
I regard him closely
wondering what has his eye.
Then I see. Like a schoolboy
intent on his final exam, he studies his legs.
light brown at the belt and waist,
red from the knees and below to the shoes.
His blood spreads into the dust he stands on.
He is quiet, as is everything.