Just for now,
let us narrow the picture,
postpone those conflicts,
see art in a bullet
dormant in its chamber,
allocate the quiet of cancelled epithets
for poetry and benediction,
consider other reasons
to raise a hand,
expand definitions to include
the absence of,
imagine we have finally met
some cosmic quota.
There will be ample time
for our future sins,
and plenty of sky
to stage them—
for now
we must entertain the current angels.
