Afore twilight winged insects
Come to rest
On a gently rippling creek
Where placid mists acquiesce
And one-horse carriages so sleek
Surrender humanity’s finest
Midnight sons to seek
Their customary blackness
So renowned they are to sneak

Neither humility nor unheard cries
Echo past window displays
Beyond the attendant sunrise
An unsightly game
And it remains the same

All in a daze
For everyone sighs
And closes his eyes
In so many ways
And in so many days
Society dies