This far south such crippling Radiance. People surge From their homes onto the streets, certain This is the end, For it is 1943 And they are tired. Thomas walks out of the movie house And forgets where he is. He is drowning and The darkness above him Spits and churns. What shines is a thought Which has lost its way. Helpless It hangs and shivers Like a veil. So much For despair. Thomas, go home.