Behold, Man!
The echoes bouncing
		off a veiled dance of stars

		behind its light-polluted screen, secret, safe
		from all alarm, 

		repeated through the sere
		thin dreams of chance encounters, free

to roam about emptying canyons, 
				ricochet from wall to wall 

ECO!-oh-oh-oh
in silent
		adoration
		supplication
		replication

never to return,  to look back,
these walls 
lopped for coal   
the  tall trees

	chopped  for fire,
 	or echoes, 
	oily and grim

punctuation for songs, 
	echoes 
		for fleeing
	
	words repeated	
 	to the impermanent present
	in the presence of
	
			dead things for a long time
			the season for all dying
			Eco!  eco-/eco-/eco- 
			until the silence echoes back.