Poetry: The Night

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Does something work here?

Is there something that works?

Will someone tell me?

Is there something that works?

Is there someone who cares?

Is there someone who cares for the wandering night?

The wandering night, does it care for its wanderers?

Is there someone who cares?

As it trundles and tramples and sleeps until its light,

It doesn’t protect its reflected life.

As they trundle and trample and sleep until its light,

They are unprotected by the wandering night.

Nothing will work,

Will nothing work?

Will you tell me?

Do you know why she got hurt?

Are there cuts on her arm?

Did she piss herself?

Did she wash in the river

Or drown there?

Nobody cares for the wandering night

As it tramples across the earth.

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