The People I Want To

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out.

Before Now Poetry Has Taken Notice Of Wars, And What Are Wars But Politics Transformed From Chronic To Acute And Bloody?

End Is A Gloomy Word.

I Would Not Come In. I Meant Not Even If Asked, And I Hadn't Been.

No Memory Of Having Starred Atones For Later Disregard, Or Keeps The End From Being Hard.