You’ll surely come. So why wait anymore?

I’m waiting for you. I am through.

My light is out. My doors are open for

The simple wonder that is you.

So take whatever guise might strike your fancy:

Blast chemical weapons through my room,

Come quiet as the nightstick of a gangster,

Disease my throat with typhus fume,

Or be the bedtime story you once told

(The one we’re sick of every night)

That I may see the law’s blue cap, the cold

House-porter’s face in livid fright.

I could care less. The Yenisey swirls by,

The North Star glimmers overhead,

And the blue glint in a beloved eye

Goes dark against the final dread.