Listen to the sky just after dusk

Whose high appointment
will keep in the fridge?

Will the emptiness cost
the power company its
privileged monopoly,
parking place and all? 

Will self-righteousness
defeat itself in the ring
in the square in the sphere?

What demon holds these
papers so gently before
the fireplace?

From whose account
can this sound 
be paid?

It's jets.
Our sweet
progression
across the sky

paid for in 
gutters and 
injustice and
dead and death

and dying
and debt.
Lie here 

in the questions
and leave the quest
where it longs.