Wolves Around The Doorstep

Thunderous pulse shattered windows and crushed small insects, rattling rib cages and shaking up floors. Balloons inflated heads and glasses poured into feet, making them twist and stomp. Prostitutes imitated dancers imitated prostitutes. 

Bells, pops.

Energy swelled in blossoms, a mist of sweat rising from steamy skin.

And suddenly there was a reason.

And suddenly the air was cool.

All the taxis turned their lights off.

Every door required an answer.

Standing above it all, a heaviness lay over the skyline.

The son took its time.

Eyes were shut and not shut,

An imbalance keeps minds awake.

Demonstrating resolve, the bedsheets hung on.

Ringing, a ringing.

- Detroit