The young do not make love on the rooftops—Frisco or London—
A silence disarming, a scaled silence as of snake skins
Has taken our age. Boys and girls are in the museums typing.
Watch them, each behind a wall of glass sending the S.O.S.
“I want your crotch, your dick, give me more!” They tap
With fingernails. Forget Yeats. The young in one another’s arms…
Call the cultural information service.
A dark, invisible workmanship has stolen the boys and girls
And reconciles only their silent wailing.
–Stephen Kuusisto
Planet of the Blind 