Washington, D.C. 10:01pm
Saba Nia

How twisted the Fates
must have found their needles
when they wove
you to me and
me to you.

Death and life,
left and right. Styx
and stones, Acheron and bones,
Lethe and leaves,
Cocytus and trees,
it all ends in
Phlegethon’s fire.