“Night” by David Z. Morris
How do we live in such darkness we huddle and scuttle and glide and hide. We gather to make light We prepare to fight fiercely Training with sharpened bones in hand again the move to disembowel again the move to paralyze again the move to instantly kill. It comes in turn and turn about Epochal nights follow Generation days What has grown withers without care … Continue reading “Night” by David Z. Morris