Silent Night

No traffic flotsam washed up by the breeze
Or drunken chat or passing tap of heels
Think
Your awkward, boney softness
Knees on knees
Anonymity caresses, overpowers, kills

No nameless blackbirds firing shrapnel tunes
Daytime ash dispersed to open places
Listen
Heart pumps roaring blood
Sponges damply drawing air
Through manholes leaking liquid in your face

Ankles elbows spinal column static
Torso manufactures pipes of shit
Stare
Eyeballs open wide behind their lids
Silence draws its own huge breath
And holds it