on the watch-chain
of our insomnia
it sits howling

This couple strolling arm in arm
Must be figments of someone's revery.
They stop often to linger over a kiss,

At the beginning of the war, the streets resembled a promenade
of the most beautiful dogs, abandoned by their masters
who had run away from the burning town. Behind them remained

The long day has ended in which so much
And so little had happened.
Great hopes were dashed,

time enough to feel
its just weight
to imagine its blinding clarity

The Eskimos were ravaging Peru.
Grandfather fought the Hittites.
Mother sold firecrackers to the Bedouins.

 Stale hunk
Left for us
On a plate

For asking, why is there something
Rather than nothing?
The schoolmaster sends the little punk

Walking the streets of the city, sitting in a bar. 
Sometimes I take delight in the things I see; 
Sometimes I hardly notice what things are: 

As you look up at me and think you know
That in the light of now I’m such and such—
This light has been relinquished long ago.