Good Friday’s Gone

And was it? A dark start,
Sudden alarums off.
Then the grand procession.

But it wasn’t really
Friday, that made-up tag,
Or good, that adjective,

Or dramatic except
Among a dramatic
Species always like that.

The dark rings no timers
For all its spinning wheels.
Be impressed with yourselves,

With all Earth’s lives. Such things
You’ve invented that weren’t,
Aren’t, that you never learned

From the night. That’s something,
Isn’t it? Earth didn’t
Need to be told to live.