Chilled Lamps

Along the road this cursed night,

Blew in the leaves like shuddered clusters,

My step improved, my bones gave flight,

And on that wind; a howl, a fluster,

My eyes they searched, for a glow’s great purchase,

The lamps sat cold, flame long departed,

Then came that white and radiant surface,

The rush of instinct, the teeth that smarted,

A ringing in my ears of lightning,

Those stretching pains gone on like phantoms,

My senses changed and gathering, heightening,

The smell of rain, the savage tantrums.

In the town, we tore, we plundered,

But our prey was gone, so now, we wander.