Susceptible sunlight no soundtrack pans 

Fact without music the slight trace of the

Nothing he was us the pressure in events

And wind that produces and chance peeps-

out from that world where the dead would

Go if they are not still in fact here graphic

Because there is always a war on elsewhere

Not a metaphysics but a war those heads

Sitting in the dark not one mind nor making-

up one nation take-up that “movie violence”

As if their oldest and most familiar wishes.