My little orphaned bat-cry

I’ll keep this interruption brief
as if it were just a test
of the Emergency Broadcast System

That we might turn down low
interrupting our regular program
because my cry of anguish

That woke me last night
was nothing in the scheme of things
because my shoes were laid out

By my bed
waiting for my feet
with comfortable socks

To walk back into the burning world
as if nothing happened
my cry of anguish

Did not sound like much
my little orphaned bat-cry
my whimper of anguish

After it penetrated the seven locks
of delta-sleep, the seven firewalls
of battle-weary oblivion

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