We heard it. The sunlight stopped, re-starting
in a different key, running its finger
along the new raw edge. A smell of singed wool,
or hair; a search for safe corners.
A cable breaking in one of the mines, perhaps,
though they were closed decades ago.
If we try to talk about it the land will be scorched
and crows crack the sky’s glass dome
summoning support. What comes flocking
depends on the country’s emptied fields.
D A Prince has two full-length collections from HappenStance Press – Nearly the Happy Hour (2008), and Common Ground (2014).