In the night what else can you wonder / wide awake besides what a wonder, this pain?
Livid reminder of who’s in charge here. / Even the heart might seem subsidiary, going on / and on in its peripheral / metronome
Dare the wish you dare to wish on morning’s last star: / That every creature be mated and warm, / every couple coupled and quickened
It’s only late in life you understand / sacrifice: the bees died trying / to save the blooming world.
