When Night Flies We Hide

Night opens vast wings and eyes 
earth for day-weary prey, 
cruising the wilderness with fell-lurking swoops.

Night spews torn 
necklaces of pewter emerods,

spits ten trillion strings of wounded pearls.

Night drowns our star-proof dreams

in lugubrious rhapsodies

and afterclaps of grim grammar.

Night sniffs the gullet of our wet cave,

fore-paws piercing the nether-lip of dawn.

Night waits. 

Night waits and watches 
blood-shadows ooze
from yondermouth of morning.