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October Nocturne
by Terrie Leigh Relf
drawn slowly across well-tuned strings
a cellist's bow in 3C
2A is still screaming
what lovely counterpoint
enter the strike and spark of knives
from the upstairs balcony
amid the bedroom whimperings
of 1B's obnoxious child
from 2 and 3D pounding on the walls
splinters of glass spatter
the thrash and hiss
of downed electric wiring
howling--and the moon not even full
fermata. . .
with a steady drip of blood
© Relf, 2007