Lack Poem by Thomas Ware

When the night falls and the evening rises,
When the day breaks and the dawn surprises,
The dark departs and the light leaves,
And left is only barren trees,
Empty homes,
Fallow land,
Disordered rows and crippled hand.

Here is the space where the night and day abandoned and the void pervades.
Chaos lurks up from this gray mist,
And insists upon the dread dismiss,
Of Order.

Death spreads throughout the dawn,
And when you believe you have won,
Then will betrayal strike.