Terror scrapes across the glass
on gravel wheels, from a great distance.
This is the sound of a baby boy dying
at his mother's feet.
This is the way the chained dog sees life
stuck on a patch of dirt
while ice rains from the sky.
Terror is never silent,
never seen
until it is on you,
breaking razors in your mouth
crushing your tongue against your teeth.
Terror can teach us
to dance.
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