Filling the hot black night
If you should, like me, be sleeping
stunned beneath the fan
after a hot and humid day
sticky, breathless sun-behind-the-clouds day
but waking, precisely as a clock, at six fifteen
dusk dropping like a blanket, sudden
then all above the swoosh of fan, such racket you would hear
a hundred thousand voices massed
squawk and cheep and caw
cacophonous
a hellish choir, the council of crows roosting
unlovely tinnitus
filling the hot black night
21st January 2016, RUHSA campus
If you should, like me, be sleeping
stunned beneath the fan
after a hot and humid day
sticky, breathless sun-behind-the-clouds day
but waking, precisely as a clock, at six fifteen
dusk dropping like a blanket, sudden
then all above the swoosh of fan, such racket you would hear
a hundred thousand voices massed
squawk and cheep and caw
cacophonous
a hellish choir, the council of crows roosting
unlovely tinnitus
filling the hot black night
21st January 2016, RUHSA campus
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