SONNENAUFGANG

This then if haply you do understand
is a back-stretched connexion
like a bow, not a calculating facility
obviously but the logic of the light of dawn;
that he must do.


No tricking short-cut to the rich:
beef mutton bacon ale and cheese;
nor to the poor: gruel potatoes margarine
and beer - this is your imprisoned self
in here, thinking on something satisfactory.


A night at midday in the street,
the wildness of the midnight masque,
with treacherous memory and a failing grasp
of detail the alleged expert thought to
(but did not) possess.


Surely, there's no thought without phosphorous?
the misery of the darkened streets at dawn,
wolves burning in paraffin; le Noir, will o' the wisp
precisely, lieutenant of police-illumination of spirit
on the moor with the wanderer or the robber laughing,


investigating various illnesses, vomiting and a corpse:
est-il bon, est-il mechant? clearly no accident
just as there is no beginning and no end
to this; fear breeds precision and so
to the horrible deliberations of policy.