billboards black

blank faces stare back
while a spritzing rain
caresses

a few of us flow
before watchers’ faces
gain their glow

we are the blood of sleep
that pumps predawn
while the monster slumbers

not worth the juice
that fuels the herd
delivers the word

we flow through these
anemic arteries
before nighttime flees

we are the blood of sleep
that pumps predawn
while the monster slumbers

soon the rooster crows
whirlwind whistle blows
sure as daylight flows

until first flicker of day
our anemic clan scurry
to hide within the marrow

while the watchers faces
soon stare upon the throng
glare across their races

yet until first jolt
we flow through cool canals
unwatched avenues

blank faces stare back
at all that they lack
fast of sleep to break

to feed their hearty hunger
sucking precious juice
burn for all who see
absorbing all but we

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About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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