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The moon ravaged silhouettes

of cock-eyed chimneys and roofs

stretch up to an empty sky

They harbour shuttered chambers

where dark paranoia lurks

For trust belongs to distant day

and shadows rule ill-lit streets


A bin lid clatters-- caterwauls--

and silence bleeds for miles--

Bright light flicks from a lone port

to the wraith crouched opposite

who slowly turns and then smiles

like a mischievous child-- caught

with both hands in the sweet bowl

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David W. Parsley

I'm with Doc: the piece brings the reader right to the scene of the crime. Chillingly evocative work, Benjamin.


- Dave

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