Bowing Down to Phillips

[inevitably_grey]

Now I ask, how can anyone write this good (?):

Bow Down by Carl Phillips

i.

As if he, too, could see the world, 
just in front of us, 
coming divided: those who step
routinely toward a dark that, mostly, 
has seemed avoidable;

those who let them--

World from which,
if for no other reason, then
out of pity, I should
look away.

Out of decency.

I should try, or should seem to have tried, or to be about to.