emily-ada
2019 BCE Week 2 Winner
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rodents

I scuttle
In this city of glass
As does a mouse,
Towerblock'd by blades of grass.
I scuttle, in this posited
Corner of the house, rain'd
By shards of glittering dust
From the birthday balloon, the smashed cup
Where you said it landed, and point
At the blood drawn as the cup drank back, for once.

Piñata sounds break the sky into pieces
Quiet as a mouse as the bird swoops and lifts
Lank legs in agile beak. Buzzard scream, the tiny claws
Middling gleam of blood on dust.
Echo'd voice of broken trust, to rust all the haemoglobin of naivete.

Fluted sunset echoes more
In the dim glow of streetlamp. In the glare
of those sirens that never came,
imagined because the explosion to us
was a candle to them. Drain pipes leak
absent-mindedly in the rain.