Soon It Will Be Night
Wherever the ball drops,
another mouth rises from the sea.
Sparrows flit in Autumn rain.
Somewhere the wars go on and on.
Again drums beat out their rage,
yellow leaves surrender and fall.
Soon it will be night
and all the cave mouths sparkling
with firelight, the cities alive with sirens
and grief. Hidden stars will refuse
their shining. Moon, black and soaked
in her mother’s arms, will sulk
in a corner of the sky.