Whippoorwill

It wasn’t the sound.

It was

the touch.

The

cold. The damp.

The thoughts.

Beneath

the earth

they lay me down.

And in the wind,

then I

could

hear the
digging,

the

scraping

and

the

call

of the

whippoorwill.

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