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.
Laurie Woodward 
Very nice! I’m confused by the date at the bottom. That is today at 1:36 pm. Did you mean May 30, or is there a different reason for the date and time?
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