danger, danger, rapping on our doors
creaking, like fragile twigs
an old creek, 
still by abandoned waters

thunder, thunder, skies and laughter
sombre tones rumbling 
in library noons

lanterns, lanterns, night lights and blankets

fingers, toes, blank eyes

single voices in dark spaces

torture, torture, bombs and drones
little children, women and bloodied faces
strangers, cold computers



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