Blackscreen
A coyote howls amidst the blackscreen
of the woods, as unknown silhouettes
crawl on the earth’s crust; and the rain
whams on muddy soil. The cry of doom
threatens each being when the hour
screeches to gather a crew of newborns,
and within every thickened breath
the weak ones tumble over an abyss
of carnage without resistance.
Mothers wail, yet sharp hands
blackened by thorny nails grip the fresh
belly of shocked darkness.
Nearer and nearer the hooded spirits
large with green eyes break the chain,
moving closer for a more live feast
while babes wiggle like worms.
I turn the screen off in a dark, dark room,
hurrying to view if my one-month son
is in his crib, dreamily asleep.
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9.15.2015
Copyright © Noel Onat | Year Posted 2014
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