Signs Of Someone
Robins.
Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia
In age-long decades past rises the gilt Zimbabwe sun, the gutt’ral summons resonating – roaring – deep.
The wind-waves ferry only onward th’scents of wawtry wood and th’smells of rainswept stone.
‘Ray’byun camels c’lect their stores in sanded, varnished vista.
A gradual, rolling rumble from few spots on the horizon brings a chorus for the dawn to sail its orange sunlight o’er.
Beneath the raised voices sinks the sound of someone leaving…