somewhere beneath the newscasters' glow
and outside the light that economists cast
somewhere, some place that has always been dark
continues rotating in darkness.
somewhere in shadows, bent backs uncurl
from long days in charity shoes;
somewhere large families scrape to feed every mouth
and lie down to sleep in the darkness.
somewhere beneath social glimmering talk
of Fannie and Freddie and Greenspan and Locke
somewhere an idyll unfolds in young minds
of the wealth and the warmth in the light.