This Night

There are only chicken croaks
In the light of night, only rasping
Rats chasing. 
The moon, hushed;
The stars, stirring.

A cup of coffee shakes
In the orbit of bleach,
Coca-cola body, full acid.

A hungry mouth, a note
Written, a disbelief in
God
Or gods.

This is when everything ends,
This night.




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