Gales batter the city
like a child trying
to remove the squeak
from its favourite toy.
Skyscrapers, patients
on a surgeon’s table,
wait for the numbing
before blacking out.
Terrified blackbirds
watch from hollowed
out oaks, hands easing
out the cities’ noise
slippery as a newborn
calf. Its heart beats
in Morse code, revealing
a pair of fox cubs hidden
under earth; each particle
singing in protest.
anaisnais
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