The sky is dark

The sky is dark and yet the air is sweet
The little blackbird   potters near my feet
For I have scattered crumbs  upon the flags
And feel the air still has its  July heat.
But  madmen rage and knife attacks deplete.
The sky is dark.

People who are uncertain of their acts
With words and gestures  make a fierce attack
Do they convince themselves  or convince me?
Our world is breaking up; we see the cracks.
The sky is dark