the three of them,
they felt a darkness rising;
the shook their secret hands,
intoned a pledge —
they saw the chasm deep
and ever-widening —
from past the precipice
upon the ledge
they wanted no one else
for their involvement:
as life-inflecting,
serious and slow
they thought they’d seen the signs
of darkness rising;
and wanted it
as high as
it could go

Scary. It made me think of Steinem, Friedan and Sarandon.