For The Lights Still On

At 3:30am,

animals I do not know

are talking to each other.

What they say is beyond me

but the noise

reminds me

that there is good

in the daily slaughter.

Days are not so mysterious.

We know that the bird will mind the bee.

We know what the highway will sound like.

We know that the stars will ultimately say nothing but watch with baited breath

as we fight with God and draw nearer to him in the struggle.