On the Block Redux

When the sun falls

And the shadows unfurl

Behind rusting bars

The heartbeats of home lie in snippets of dim blue pulsing.

Across their peeling adobe,

The wind just trots,

But inside them,

A blue screen blares:

“War
Hate
and
disaster
are
imminent
near
you.”

Then the daylight returns

And from the walls

These tiny creatures emerge.

Eyes reflecting the sky,

They skip past the blare;

Whisking out to the air

There is a greater bellowing to be found;

In the sound of the block recreated.

J.T.

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