I believe in the power of light to work evil.
Its presence shining on atrocities
Renders them all the more horrid.
And the way it brings heat,
Strips flesh, bleaches bone…
Light is a great and terrible Thing;
Power is power; a push or a pull.
Kinetic energy brushes your fingers through your child’s hair and
Rips bullets through soldiers’ chests.
So I believe in the power of light to work evil,
Just as I believe in the power of dark to hide it.
And I keep my lamps low,
And my hands behind my back.