A little sad, relying
in perpetuity on witnesses--
a community adorned with jewels
not yet entered into evidence.
Delicacy’s preferable to priority
with its hoeing, bringing up to date.
Yes,
there is a communal eyeball,
a rafter of fact
the thickness of spider web.
But the heart of the matter
belongs to the passer-by.
If sin, crime
and confusion are rungs
down to blindness, then
strength, force and boldness
hide with the osprey
amid hawthorns,
swathed, even decorated,
by hostility. The young,
our young, perpetrate
the world to come--
only dimmed by pleasure’s poverty.
