Missing people

When they are away
The night replaces them

The day comes early
Finally the sun

Grouped around me
Those who remain
Lower me into the room
For his touch
And for the master to say

Nothing wrong with him
The return won’t fix

Democracy

Democracy is a movement seen from thirty thousand feet on a clear day
Like that of ants viewed by stand-up humans
Were you there when it was dreamed?
Whether you know it or not, you were
And you will be there when it all comes crashing down
What we have now is us and this
So imagine it will last forever
And you know it will
You know it will