The Haldol Needle Night-Night

Into the Ether

When you get tired of reading
all the beautiful words
by lousy human beings, and come to

the end of your patience with the voluminous
indeed inexhaustible
mediocrities of goodness,

what to do? I suggest –
I don’t know.
Let him think.

And if there are no words

to this place give him back
the illiterate sleep: no need
the Haldol needle night-night;

let him go quietly; not
in horror
not in glory.

     Franz Wright, Entry and Prayer