Daylight saving can’t push
back the screens of limbo:
the glow down the driveway
is where the unbelievers
worship peace and low impact.
They are sustainable.
Their allotment of glow
makes them thirsty. The owls
of the dark wood
in the Wizard of Oz,
their eyes electric red,
set emptiness alight.
They will catch anything
that moves, anything
that attempts to cross over.
Songs, prayers, chants.
Rapid and slow movements.
Catchphrase. Catchall.
Catch as catch can.
Places of worship
send out their tentacles:
some waves disrupt
the body more than others.
We never heard
rumours of the fabulous
come among us! And now
we are lost…Amidst
the harrowed rubble
we are lost: neither here
nor there.
Night is tolerable,
the dull glow from home,
our castle, euphemism.
Starlessness,
as the earth quakes,
makes want.