Last night the neighbour’s dog
a small, scruffy thing
and my father
wild white hair
framing haunted eyes
both barked
mad
at the moon, our mother
calling incessantly
as if
her absence could be recalled
the loneliness shunned
and fears
shouted into the darkness would not
return thousandfold
to hound their maker
in the silences between.
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