Posted in Poetry

Eclipses

An eclipse never comes
As a surprise to the people
Whose business it is
To know the movements
Of the worlds. Are there, then,
Astronomers of our darkness
Who can say precisely
When malignity will next move
Across the face of kind regard?

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