The penny-pinching murder of cold
streetdarks
And of all those impatiently incapable of
waiting
From the oncoming lightning flickering
menace
To the spring-footed invisibility-cloaked
children
The gulls circle the buses in front of the
Town Hall
High Street gliders floating soaring
unidentified
Pale grey twilit ghosts of the oncoming morning
Earliest birds seeking out fat curly-fried
worms
The last dying sliver moon looks down upon the
world
Watching gloomily as it soon will finally close
its eye
Bathing the killing streets with its
deepest shadows
Before the soothing milk of another day
reveals all
Martin
A W Holmes, October 2016
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