Nightfall obscured, not only for everyone
who had no vision in his ignorance,
and dawn rose for only a few, and easier
for none. Disbelief in misery still begat
no hope, which does not require doubt,
and this made everyone who did not have it
blind outside the ugly agreements.
Hatred at midnight that was not hatred at dawn
signaled hope had not been released
for some indefinite passing of time, and inadvisable
to go without silence to sour a happiness, override sorrow.
The huddled mass spoke to no one, not even their cats
or their plants, not to the dull disagreement
under water, and those alone undressed alone
inside their peculiar walls, behind their peculiar doors.
Pish on stone tile soaking in sunlight and summer calm,
everyone thought. Pish on abstinence and boycotting TV,
everyone else thought. Not avenues to morality.
Nightfall revealed, not only for everyone
who despised pat solutions, and dawn sank down
cloud to dust, Christian and transparent.
The way we never envision it is the way it will never be.