Vigil
Night after sleepless
night we made our last
ditch stand, dispatches through
the radio’s
warm vacuum tubes, new
shoots of rock and roll
sprouting up through the burned
blackened wrack of
rhythm and blues and
hillbilly music,
dancing to the beat while
danger loomed just
outside the door,
provisioned for the siege
with plenty of caffeine, paregoric
and laxative, burning our
lamps, trying
the door, parting the
blinds, the house around
us cracking her knuckles
as she settled
down onto her foundation,
asleep just
like that despite our
racket, in spite of
our vigil, leaving us free
to drink our
fill; you sipping your cup
of fear while I
watched and swallowed it
all down in great gulps.
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