Auction Night Lullaby
Cattle cry out across
the town like ghosts.
I must fall asleep
in the many pitches
of their panic.
The sighing highway
rips us from our mothers.
A train splits the town
into oblivious crickets.
Only the trucks groan.
2012
Cattle cry out across
the town like ghosts.
I must fall asleep
in the many pitches
of their panic.
The sighing highway
rips us from our mothers.
A train splits the town
into oblivious crickets.
Only the trucks groan.
2012