In the Secular Night - Margaret Atwood
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It’s two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen, when the others were out somewhere, having a good time, or so you suspected, and you had to baby-sit. You took a large scoop of vanilla ice-cream and filled up the glass with grapejuice and ginger ale, and put on Glenn...
When the War is Over
by W.S. Merwin When the war is over We will be proud of course the air will be Good for breathing at last The water will have been improved the salmon And the silence of heaven will migrate more perfectly The dead will think the living are worth it we will know Who we are And we will all enlist again