An End to Doubt

After it was quiet,

the dust reflected

on the dust.

There was an end to doubt.

The stars were shown

reflected

in the stars,

the brackish, white bleeding

triangles

of light.

There was an end to doubt.

And all things,

men and the moon,

men and the remainders

of men,

Cried out

And the stubbly,

now overgrown sea-

All, all things

a part of the dust,

not dead.