the night fell like the snow that had been falling all day
which was unlike
the peach pit as wet and red as the cancer removed
which was like
a tyrant tethered to his clean-shaven broken neck-o
which was unlike
the battalion of army ants crossing over my lips
which was like
an unfathomable overseas shortwave radio prayer
which was unlike
the role of the old man found in my early verses
which was like
the next day beginning with fresh snow falling all night.