We

A clear sky like a coat of happiness.
Children play - with the azure
in their eyes, laughter, they hand out the sky.

In a different place, black as obsidian,
little brother melted to her back
a child watches how heaven passes by.

The maker is asleep.
And so is his brother.

The philosopher says:
Hell- that is us.
The civil servant says:
The rules - that is us.

A clever angel hands us some glasses
dipped in candid curiosity.
The people- that is us. All of us.