Frigid cavern, white bite morning.
A skeleton yearns for escape, his suit of skin.
Yellow teeth, electric-cable tails,
rats scratch in the attic, claw and tear,
in their desperation for poison.
Meanwhile, rumour reaches the street.
Police cancel leave.
Rhetoric translates into bare cupboards.
Another man jumps at shadows,
hammer, saw, nail – his own staircase to climb.
December 5th, 2018, 10pm.