The incomprehensible absence
Of the nocturnal sounds,
The child's pure ignorance
Of vain tragedy's bounds.
The weighty, grave presence
Of hysterical walls,
The pulse's defiance
Of cause that appalls.
The brutal cold-water plunge
Of the spirit's typhoon,
The lamp's sudden lunge
At misery's noon.
The frenzied non-being
Of verses forced,crude,
The bleeding of seeing
For useless sanctitude.
The loveless rebellion
Of honest,stark brews,
The phalanx's felon
For a counterfeit muse.
The blatant loud clamor
Of TV-made streaks,
The people's deep slumber
Through poverty's peaks.
And the uneven barbarity
In a statesman's fine speech,
In the depth of the garden,
Timeless vagrants reach
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