In that time all the women had advanced stages of remorse while the men worked on the other side of the wall. In the evenings, the men sat at tables set out in the street and laughed while drinking beer. In high windows, the women stood and stared at setting suns and recalled their plans from the hours before loss. The men did not understand how it had come to pass that they alone resided in a place beyond conscience. At night they dreamed of fields where bees moved from flower to flower, pollination a compulsion as well as a desire. The men woke and returned to jobs that focused on planned explosions of demand.
Meanwhile the women. Meanwhile
the women moved efficiently through
their days, nurturing the new vision
that had arisen from the people
a fantasy of indulgence without despair
of unity amid aggressive deceit.