slay the coming of alone

there are screams in the poppy fog
to sound the deep welling dark 
ever-seeking weeps or wails
that should forever frighten
but instead and strangely still
they comfort like lost letters
found in the bottom drawer
to teach necessary lessons that
even banshees staccato crawling
‘cross the grey-moon frost fields
can slay the coming of alone

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