my life, i am the center of a deepening darkness,
the emptiness of infinite space.
i sit surrounded by its victims:
broken bones and beating hearts,
and lungs still breathing the heavy air.
all impersonal reflections of what has been won.
i sing dopo la vittoria as the sun sets,
mourning their loss as i praise a lord,
provider now of a feast of ashes,
burned from the figures of lovers of old.
after the victory, the darkness is whole.