Suckling, dribbling milky traces
Under a firmament of soft faces
Who rose in the east, homed your day
And now come to a clean close.
Night sky, deep in to slick black blue
Hanging wheeling moons who kindly keep
A soft rocking lullaby pace around you.
But the orbiting stops.
And, un-blanketed, spread-eagled
In a barren barred cot, in blackness,
No gentle circling projectile above,
But speeding by, rocks and sparks
Thrown grindstones, un-spindled
Shrieking past, colliding, splintering,
Shrapnel, cutting through, they’re shrieking
They’re they’re shrieking, they’re cutting through
Tile-cutting, skull, cutting, they’re, they’re
There there there, shuddering shuddering
Shush shush shush, there there there,
Shuddering shuddering, soft lips
Shoulder shoulder shush shush shush
Hiccup. Shush shush shush there there there