Some Nights Are and Some Nights Aren't

A dark room, windowless and howling
eating alive each damned soul
who abandoned hope, who forsook the Word of God, and who took for granted the luminous shadow of cracking, misplaced love

This too is love.

And best of all, the worse has passed
and all ahead is green and good
and eyelids fall, and mouths close fast
to each own bed each sleeper would

- Wednesday, December Twentieth, 2006