WRECKING BALL
With what stern determination I love
That wall!—: its red height so certain I must
Fling myself at it, an erratic
Embarrassment of a fling, chain-wobbling
Through my drunk parabola to kiss
The brick. Can I help it that I kiss
With all my force? Nuzzled
To dust, all my beloveds must wish
To have gone unregarded. What do
I wish for? The end of love.