amonia bathed in pine needles
bleached, threadbare linens
the bedsheets smell of public pools,
of youth; cruelty.
no flies on the wall
buzzing,
familiar,
pestilent
eradicated
replaced with a thousand tone deaf
metronomes
stupid mating calls
sex-less
indifferent
regular
perfection in binary
each beep a steady answer
there is no attempt to divine a question
cannot be persuaded
unmoved by reason, tears,
untouchable
standing watch, if not guard
bearing witness,
silent
stoic
punctuating affirmations with tiny silences
dividing the quick and the dead
finally singing
the refrain
the same each time
a one note dirge
for the unclaimed
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