Loss Will Find Me

You ruined my night, Donald Hall,
With that poetic time capsule
Of tectonic anguish,
Pathosed, pasted, penned
And packed for a day impossible.

Now, as I watch my beloved
I feel the long searching eye,
Reminding me that loss finds us all.
Already mourning the inevitable,
Loth I am to walk in your poem.

-T. Weeks
(After reading Without by Donald Hall)