Sleepwalker

In dust
She tiptoes past the library
Where dictionaries decay
Words becoming silverfish

By night
In the throws of fever dreaming
She swallows up the town
And all its sleeping secrets

Blue clouds
Obscure the millions weeping
While tasting bitter regret
Her dreams ascend to grace
Afraid of waking monsters

By day
She walks the paving patterns
Tastes the heat haze rising
Vomits up the fragile night

In dust
Her footsteps break the seals
Of letters never delivered
To the mothers of dead children

November 2009