Nothing on that street would sleep
Flash of headlight and boiled horn
Passing through my cracked head
A wail of anthem and slurred curse
The always open ear, cannot unhear
What was there before the new noise?
The brunt of wind raising the roof
Skylark running its volt on the wind
Nightjar whirring, tape tether ended
Lament of rutting fox in vixen scream
Call of the wildest love
Leery owls working out who
Who'd poach from their plate
Even the boom of blood
Present thunder on the brain
The stubborn workings of the world
Will let themselves be known
