haunt
the final forests
outside
the compound shrieks
glass
gutters the modernist
architecture
flowers not
withered
guts burn
oil
fire not domestic only
patient
bathing in the acid
rain
beneath a weave of frond
shivers
coke cans pounded into
blades
tribute to the
carcajou
the animal the earth roots
rise
voices cover night
quiet
ears of
mercenaries
sleep become our
cathedral
our children’s eyes
panopticon
watchmen flee beneath
arrow
family together now
inside
airpods by the bedside
dead
plink plink sippy cup makeshift
rattle
still in the recycling
spirit
ritual: drink
blood
like they taught us