The insects are loud tonight –
rough, monotonous music.
Bright city lights hide the stars.
The wind is undecided.
History’s rough, monotonous music –
Blood and soil. Germany, Charlottesville…
The future’s undecided.
The past’s a warm, constricting hug.
Blood and soil of Germany. Of Charlottesville,
the papers have a lot to say.
The past’s a warm, constricting hug.
The moon’s an eye, wide open.
The papers have a lot to say –
Poverty trickles down more easily than wealth.
The moon’s an eye forced open.
Can we untie memory from regret?
Poverty trickles down easily,
thick and stubborn as the ribbon
tying memory to regret.
Now’s a good time for a savior.
A thick, stubborn ribbon
of city lights hides the stars.
What if there is no savior?
Insects and our fears are loud tonight.