A Lover Of The Dark Of Night Poem by Sybil Staples

For all the BATS of the world
who need darkness to fly and feed,
and whose strength has dwindled
from bad to worse,
the time for nourishment is now.
This time is custom-made for
your feasting pleasure.
Repeated crossroads of bad choices
have brought you fewer selections
and to this time we presently stand;
the narrowest of all.
Because change is inevitable
and even when it seems impossible,
the hatred you hid in your cavernous shelter
can survive only on a supplement of Love.