in that hut
where the sand slipped between the cracks in the wood
where I told you I was lightning under the stars
and you said you were milk of the coming moon
there -
that is where, when,
happened to us

fading in your malarial dreams
or walking by burnt out cars
followed by the wild dogs of war
there -
that is where you will meet
our loss

between the yellow eyes
and hip hop beats
the pointed barrels and gnashing teeth
all before and underneath
pink moon over vast sea
- there,
that is where
we will always begin