Of Three Or Four In The Room

Out of three or four in the

One is always standing at the window.

Forced to see the injustice amongst the thorns,

The fires on the hills.

And people who left

Are brought home in the evening, like small change.

Out of three or four in the

One is always standing at the window.

Hair dark above his thoughts.

Behind him, the words, wandering, without luggage,

Hearts without provision, prophecies without

Big stones put

Standing, closed like

With no addresses; and no one to receive them.