We have discovered camouflage for faces.
Beggars squat on corners, refusing costly accommodation.
In the Capitol, an actuary auditions needs. There is balance
to his worthiest intentions. Ghetto dwellers pour their hearts
into word processors. We are awash in concern.
In sunless boardrooms, old men make sinister decisions,
though none will agree in the light.

Plaster the cracks. Paint figures in tenement windows.
Alive, they’d surely protest! Destiny is better.
Its roots purchase bedrock. Having brooked
one lecture too many, we return to our eyes. No one
really cares. We’ve grown so false, we are leery of our gifts.
Know, love cannot be dunned. Teeth clenched,
we hang on to the last province, truth, and wait.