of jaundice-yellow
marble the once brassy
green of leaves. So it seems
the need to mix
frivolity and grief—
to kiss Aurora wide-awake
and Snow White deep-asleep—
was never the province
of men and women
in the street's worst
thoughts and machinations.
The stimulus
is ductless,
wireless, general;
the response,
decided from the start.
Agony is the blood
in the heart
of every child of levity.
