I tried to find it on the Internet so that I could leave a link for you here, but it's not posted anywhere. Find it if you can, however. It's about uncontrollable hate and is written in a highly controlled version of terza rima. The end result is stunning.
Yes, I know I talk a lot about Hayden on this blog, but I can't get over how wonderful his work is. As I told a friend yesterday, he can write; he can think; he can feel. His best poems are technically, morally, and emotionally dazzling. I wish they were mine.