an impeding storm
the sound of war
rings the doorbell
it will find me sleeping
these days for winter has already begun
it will find me
in my own peace, dreaming of walks by the shore
a hum-drum
the sound of war
breaks down my door
finds me cowering in a corner
with a book and a flashlight
like I was twelve again
running from lava
on a speaking mare
a hum-drum-hum-drum-drum
the sound of war
shoots over my head
takes down the kites I painted all summer
takes down three trees that stand
pregnant with fruit
takes down the quiet, the child, the budding rose,
the burnt-out books, the land, the hands,
the music, the days, the nights, the ways
the times I counted in reverse
brings me this fear in my bones,
the sound of the drum never leaves me alone.
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