Say it, God. Say it again: LET THERE BE LIGHT at this eleventh hour on this fierce day past, long past the goodness of the sixth and the ease of the seventh. fires in every forest drag a pall across the sun; sooty gloom the sum of their unholy flames LET THERE BE LIGHT all the weight of hearts turned stone or stone turned heavy hearts— who knows?— groans beneath the growing chains of gravity LET THERE BE LIGHT say it God, is that too hard? speak it out before our blindness is complete, for by then— who knows?— (who knows?) WHO KNOWS? what light will mean?