Love Among the Ruins by Robert Beveridge

We walk through crumbled brick
hand in hand
dark remnants
of our former lives
lie battered and torn
around us.

Grey sun lies
in the air above
mist flows through
fallen towers
smashed ivory and defiled gold
as far as we can see

Cold wind blows
the mist away
strokes the bodies
of former friends
crushed, broken
among the brick

Beside a piece of rock
amidst a patch of brown
death and dirt, a single
iris blooms. 
I dig the flower by the roots
place it in your hair






Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Chiron Review, Pink Litter, and The Literateur, among others.