Warrant

Crawl
To your wraiths of darkened laughter.
Night, three hours old,
Sucks on newborn fluids and
Calls to an open window.

Do Not Violate
The violent arm that snatches you
From your cradle,
Only to be new born.

Wonder why
There are no streetlights,
And smiles gleam imperceptibly
With songs of lengthy alibi.

I haven’t thought of this fear
Or without, since
I don’t know when
Or sometimes why.


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