In abrupt shadows of deepest ebony,
these featureless monsters hiss
and rear their ugly heads,
the delight of the kill.
in the light of what’s left of the sun,
huddle together in sacred fear
of the lurking dark,
but all the while
more deathly afraid of each other
and the implications of our desperate huddle.
We tremble as one
and form a circle
backs to each other
to keep a vigilant watch, we convince ourselves-
so as not to have to face each other.
Here, there are no sweet illusions of release
bringing holy peace.
Here, there is only the silent dread of release,
for though it was ever-unsaid
no one in our defensive cluster
believes release brings anything but
the frightening mystery of death.
(8- 3- 79)
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