The Eiffel Tower
I stood there beneath all its steel and falling bodies. I stood there knowing that he had not, would not stand here on the bottom lip of this grimacing river. I said "Hello" as he asked me to do to every foreign city I visited. And I said "Hello" to the women in the boulangerie. I said "Hello" to the heavy nuns and their heavy cathedrals. I said "Hello" to the mountain granmeres and their rawhide hands. And as I weave my way around this chunky globe, I pass out his "Hello's" like business cards, confetti of a man who will never burst.