"Five A.M.

Street by street the lights go out, and the night turns
  gray, bringing respite to this and to all other agencies,
With the gears of commerce unmeshed and stopped, the
  channels of communication slowed and stilled
(Radio, ticker, and spirit control)--

Bringing peace, briefly, to the members of the board and
  bench and staff,
Sleep, for a space, to the journeymen of the switchboard
  and the dictaphone,
Rest to the lieutenants of steel, and wool, and coal, and wheat,
And to the envoys from abroad (Her Majesty's, His Excell-
  ency's, and the mysterious Mr. X),
And to the representatives of the people (both houses), and
  to the vicars of the Lord (conformist and dissident)
And to the inspectors of the arson, forgery, bomb, and homicide
  squads--

While the crated shipments of this agency (with those of others)
  stand in guarded sheds at Quebec,
Wait for release on rainswept wharves of Shanghai and the Rio,
Move, slowly, from a dark siding in Butte."

--Fearing