A Walk in the Quiet Night

Tonight, footfall is gone,
All focusing minds
Walled up in rooms,
Boxed within non
Engagement lines.
Government brooms

Sweep up citizens
Like confetti put
Away in its box.
Neat under a lens;
Viewed as soot
Or an earth staining pox

From the silent high.
The trees now sleep,
Yet an earth wide call
To arms is surely nigh.
The ape age may seep
Away, the potential stall

And the Great Planter
May choose again;
Something less destructive.
So it may please Her
To watch the pain rain
A little while on the obstructive.