Emma Swan
SOCIAL STUDIES
What an abyss of misery
is
his lot
Who knows too well to whom he talks of what,
Addressing sonnets to a narcissist,
Soliloquys
Ito
a deaf-mute moralist
And sennons to absentee-owners of
Themselves who say they give their lives to love
Because they look at it through fluctuations
Of seasonal and produce delimitations:
Statisticians at heart. Look deeper:
The electrical nightmare that wakens the sleeper
Is not addressed to those who idolize
Images or numbers, and it would be wise,
If
summoned from depths unspeculated upon,
To rise to a shining world and declare it one.
