This feels empty
as if the dogs have all gone home
and left us to our own devices,
on our own to deal with the
monsters and the maniacs
hiding in the shadows
and even with the lights all on,
the television blaring comedy and news into our deconstructed brains,
there is a silence and a darkness
that the hounds have left behind.
And in the stillness, after locking all the doors
and silencing the ringers and clicking off the TV
and shuttering the windows, and pulling down the blinds
in the air we’re left to breathe
we find our solace
and remorse.