Shards

Shards of songs cut into

The cricket-tide of night

Sobbing sirens accompanied by

The howling refrain of ever-nearer canticles

I awake

And wonder if

The discordant aria

Will play for me

My ears like the salivating dogs

Smelling blood on the wind

How dark the melody is.

And how near.

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