Caleb

In the stone age
       of the senses

a madman kicks
      a dog for love


William

The city hangs
in God's glass eye

Your fingers trip
at needlepoint

The window opens
like a kiss

on jangling night


Duke

all summer, a boy bent small

I was the jack of slaves, malleable
biddable fish repeatedly flung back

Look how my eyes have silted over

I was the jack of slaves