Quiet Day Reading

Soul in a crowd, even though
You’re physically alone,
Moral analogies swarm

In your thoughts, armies of drones,
Hunter-killer words lofted
To eliminate or blunt

Each other, as if all hives
In the woods sent their forces
Into the air, into war.

It’s not who about who wins now
By body count on the ground,
But about who turns out right,

More approximately right,
Once trees sleep again tonight.