"These Forgotten Great Beams of Light"

The world is echoing like a struck bell.
It's time to close the curtains for the night.

The parrots are frantically chattering
In the park of traumatized veterans,

Reciting their lists of what can go wrong
For individual social beings

Used to flying in noisy formation
Over silent forests composed of trees

That would be just as contented to grow
Each alone in a vast, sunny meadow.