People of Stone

~for the Occupy movement

Look how their eyes search
this hour of darkness the world
knows with its heart.

I have been told that
like a foot in a shoe their women
live and die alone.

Tents and bivvies are now
banned. Though the library is open
and someone is reading:

"We will not lay hands on
their foreheads to allay their pain;
and they can't do a thing about it."

Take existence, for example, when mixed
with life in eyes of children—
it'll get the rainbow working again.

At the dwelling of hills and plants
are glass buildings inside which
like mercury we rise,

till earth howls with the agonies
of birth, wearing her cap backward
for luck against citadels of the world.