Remorse

 

At something past eleven
and with this blue house

shuttered by darkness
(and by sleep for some)

the screaming of animals
two in opposition

begins beyond my window
in high register

To try and save a life
or at least broker quiet

I think to run
out of the front door

but remember the alarm
(I am on the ground floor)

against burglars running in
has already been set.

Hoping to cause some cover
of distraction for the loser

I go to the windows
and begin flicking the Venetians

first open and shut at random
then in threes long and short

I see nothing but silence
at this morsel of light Morse.

 

 

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