AGAIN what the river of sound delivers its barges passing through the night beyond the reach of the searchlights a freight of calm with warning spiders glides easily over half a continent ears or a safe dock or a stillness in the rush gladly receives the harvest a harbor with only two sounds its population jumps a suburb of silence engulfs the landing from far away a flood has sent the remains of what it smashed scraps become housing a new life enters the fractures and dislocated beams see what scuttles to the safety of wreckage