christian poem

to be able to see every side of every question
why are the things that have no death
those black eyes i once so praised
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
come down at dawn from windless hills
brief on a flying night
lived by the river-side
when you come tonight
just as my fingers on these keys
let us pity those who are better off than we are
very well, you liberals
softly now the light of day
from our hidden places