It is not advised to weep for the children of your enemies,
though if you do it in the privacy
of your home, who can judge you?
And no one can tell you the order of action
is for the greater good
if little seems in order, if even less
Oh, night is a compelling orator,
the jasmines flicker on and off.
When your enemy sees your fig trees,
he will be reminded of his son’s uneven hair,
but in your brother he will find
only a poor imitation.
Do not let anyone catch you burying the body.
Hide his body in your own
until the lights go out,
then pray for negligence, black sails
dull spot in the electric fence.
If you do not speak up for the body,
the wrong person will speak for it.
Numberless labors await
an emptied will.
And who can say
if the mind is worse than what’s out there
circling the night.