The Shape of Things

Have you ever just sat in the calm darkness?
it's warm and calm
When he drove by in the cold December eve
the house was black as the ace of spades
it worried him knowing of Jack's state
Inside Jack watched the lights pass reflected through the window
It was calm inside, the anger had rounded into calm depression
life was easy to read alone in the darkness
Jack could make out the shape of his beer cans
each fell at his side
like dead soldiers
into the warm calm darkness.