somewhere beneath the newscasters’ glow
and outside the shrieking political show
somewhere, someplace that has never been seen
continues rotating in darkness.
somewhere in shadows, bent backs uncurl
pick up brown babies and give them a twirl
here parents scrape just to feed every mouth
and rock them to sleep in the darkness.
and under the broadcasters’ glimmering talk
of Fannie and Freddie and Greenspan and Locke
an idyll unfolds in the hungry young minds
of the wealth and the warmth in the light.