Wood-paneled room omen

Then the rooms called upon us

constantly in the dark [they're cemeteries] 

and they'll devour the palaces of Jerusalem

with their parting words of consolation

carousing their way to other dwellings

Hobby horse

I've come to learn

how very common it was

for russians to walk into

frozen lakes in winter

they'd walk in 

and disappear in winter

only to resurface

and reappear by summer

Fakebook

There was only her heart

like a rabbit and this terrible hurt

Through the room there was

a quiet murmur of agreement

The words swelled in him

the rain continued gray

and bitter and cold

in rigid silence