here here

it’s not your social conscience but
you’re socially inclined
at least you’re

conscious that there’s
someone else
beside yourself

you’re really rather blind however
you profess to know the
tinkerings and

all that shape the mind of man
or is it mankind
      man’s humanity toward man

but to administer
the public you would emphasize
efficiency

beleaguer the traditions
human foibles    not true!

you charge their ways
you say
what’s good for me
is also good for you

The Duck

The duck, coming over the sheep house,
quacked twice.

“Hello, duck,” flying high
on such a day, so nice
                              as this.

And he flew on by
to warmer weather south.

Night

the quiet of a sleeping house
offers no company
mends no wound

the uttered silence
of still night
says only to rest

but i am not tired
i am not at peace

and i want to cripple that silence
for i am wounded
and alone