Hollows in the deep
Reflect a dim star,
Which eons of feeble and uncertain light
Draw eagerly down to the grim earth.
Multitudinous, dilated eyes—
Beneath fields of scudding clouds
Of violet, cobalt, and black—
Drink in that glint of hope,
Written beyond this earthly coil.
Yet in our orisons a darkness lurks.
The empty ones, those creatures among us
Of fears and conspiracy
Seeded like frogspawn in shallow waters,
Lurch toward a starless night
Not just for themselves,
But worst of all
For those whose eyes
Brim with that guttering, tender light.
What servants of grievance creep humanity toward
Another age of darkness,
Dragging along an unwilling baggage of generations?
More and more, our gazes inexorably follow
The empty ones,
A horror of witnessing,
And one by one the sputtering pinpoints
Lost from the spaces within us
Where once burned a star.