Reveille
Reveille
It takes motion: metal screeching on metal;
A locker opening. Footsteps echo and fade on reinforced stone.
Rubber slaps the ground lazily.
Then the mourners rise, for the night lies in state.
They mingle but do not speak;
paying reverence to the ritual of Unbroken Silence.
Exaggerated actions are measured
in beds pulled and blankets folded.
Sparking rise to first light
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