names do not matter

we might forget the sadness of these ways
in deep engagement with the warming light
across the valley is a greater sight
the sort of thing that would our friends amaze
or in good times bring nothing else but praise
but at this moment does not seem quite right
more like a signal set off by great spite
and not a symbol of the coming days
this is a part of some more horrid fall
from what we hope was a much larger grace
to justify our actions and our crime
since none of us would dare to stand up tall
or make a claim to a much better case
and all that passes is just vulgar time