the dark room, family ‘round
their faces reflected like hallowed ghosts
attracted to the light of the tel-e-vi-sion
dogs lying on the floor, on the couch
dead as dreams allow,
their little paws kicking up dust
we’ll let them lie.
noise, noise, cascading from all sides of the night
this age, so as not to let the silence fall in
step, a slow sort of waltz
tapping at the edges of my brain.
glow, life, glow.