Did We Choose That

Are you as disappointed as we were?
Did you expect the wind to blow away
The cobwebs and the dust? Did that display
Of hubris underneath the juniper
(Or under any other conifer,
Though none of them makes gin) make people say,
"We're tired of this, aren't you?" Is it O.K.
To act the fool the way he did with her?

Are we all sinners now? Did we choose that,
Is that acceptable, a good excuse
For everything? Will anyone induce
Better behaviour than to leave things flat
Where we found natural sharpness? This has sat
Unhappily with me. Our souls are loose.