The river has thawed completely.  Now it flows, aflame,
In the evening sun, the same one which warms me while
I'm at the window.  Elsewhere, I'm told, the forces
Of darkness gather, aggrandizing grifters and bullies,
Giving to them what unfortunates had.  I stare at the river.
I don't have an army or powers with which I could counter
What's done.  My neighbors, who thoughtlessly brought on
This darkness, now murmur.  They don't know what they
Ought to do.  There's nothing.  It's too late.  I smirk at their
Sorrow.  They shiver.  I'm warm in the sun.