Round

Round (Browning) 1/20

I refuse that this city is a dark void
despite ghosts that come
round our ears morn to night:
            you are robbed
            starved
            beaten
            what not

Here is the ring and the book
cast by streetlights the moon the stars
All so over the heads of the people below

And on a darkened street in February
a man will be wrestled will
be held and ghosts will round off the night:
            you are robbed
            starved
            beaten
            what not