In darkness is done the business of life
The machinations of long strides and throwing stones,
Smiling to friends, howling in anger,
The rites of digestion, the mantra of the heartbeat,
And the endless circling of red lifewater
All that happens so that you can watch a sunset
Or walk in the woods.
These things, unseen, unseeing
Make all transactions in peace,
Yet the day comes that the Day will come,
An accidental swipe, a bitter intrusion,
A surgeon keen to reach through your skin.
Your secret fiefdom open and laid bare,
Hematocytes spreading in diffuse confusion,
Your verse read by all in light and open air.