FATHER SILICON
LONG AGO, LAST TUESDAY,
SHORTLY BEFORE DAWN
The crickets'
aubade sang
a spray of
bats back to
their rafters,
Heaven
stretching
beneath
their feet.
LONG AGO, LAST TUESDAY,
SHORTLY BEFORE DAWN
The crickets'
aubade sang
a spray of
bats back to
their rafters,
Heaven
stretching
beneath
their feet.