Night has awakened with its br rustling claws; searing shearing; br meager remnants of sleep br br Soon the bins of home unworthy br thoughts, littering streets of forehead br would stench signs br that undo fastenings br “of happily ever afters” br br Last of fires from your shoulders br where my head had rested once br offered some hope br to wrest out winter br from the frozen lines br of fate br br In that endless jungle of insomnia br someone laughed br I washed and enshrouded br Another corpse of laughter br br Perhaps nights always br have the last laughbr br Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martinbr br