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Night Files Its Teeth



Night Files Its Teeth

 

The night files its teeth.

It feasts on dead

small carcasses.

Its mouth is wide and

each shoulder strong.

It is screaming all

night at the bad news.

Night is not playing.

Last night it howled like

coyotes and wolves.

There was no light.

The night filed its teeth.

It looked at me.

I prayed for sunlight.

 

 

Luis CuauhtĂ©moc Berriozabal

  

Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His most recent

book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press. His poems  

online and in print have appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Crossroads

Magazine, Punk Noir Magazine, and Unlikely Stories.  


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  1. night gets a bad rap but such is life, really enjoyed this one

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