All is quiet

A dog barks
the moon pulls over a cloud
watches

Then a gate is closed. metallic. steeling. a man
in a uniform closes it and
now

the sound is everywhere gates and uniforms and men
and that sound of gates a
long
sound, deliberately loud

the women have their eyes only
sunken
cried out eyes, dry, thin again
holding, unheld
hearing only cries born
or unborn

A particular burden

the whisper of passing things:
a limousine, a clumsy metaphor, a posy of
   truths,
falling

headlights fixed full
because no-one
ever
travels the other way

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