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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