The long night lingers before you
But you know its end will be too quick
Too full of eyes closing
You step out on the street
Cars moving and pedestrians walking
Unaware of all the hovering above them
Only a few are picked
Only a few morsels in this area of the city
But there’s a whole country
A whole world half in darkness
And half blinded by the light
The harvest is plentiful
A chooser’s paradise
No one listening
The monsters among us.
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write in the middle of the night with a grin and grimace and flame in his heart. His poetry has appeared here and there and in-between. He is the editor of Dead Snakes at deadsnakes.blogspot.com.