How They Came To Privatise The Night by Maria McMillan
It began with shadows Our dark selves Small nights we carry with us Stretched and shrunk Rushed into corners Striding into the sky Like the Chinese lovers Whose bridge is the Milky Way � Distance was nothing to them Or waiting seven years. Clearly of private benefit They said: The shade they offer. The company. The sense of self. Hitherto pricing has not reflected Their true value. * Dusk