Blue Carnegie

And what isn’t good
And what is, and what
Isn’t good and what is,

And how do you want
Your justice served you,
And what’s important

To show, to show you
The words are doing
Approvably, what

Ache, what crime, what song
Needs to be sung now
To feel your hopes break

Into bite-sized chunks
You chew thoughtfully
At the library

In the nondescript
Corner of the village
That only briefly

Was proud of having
Its own library
Open after dark?