Nightly Walk (Karl Hauk), Sonnet #462

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My Human Disguise.

I walk only during the day,

But it wasn’t always that way.

I lived on a dirty river

Beneath an iron train trestle.

As if the night and I wrestled

For ideas neither delivered,

I’d walk the bank, throwing stones

And heard nothing but senseless tones.

Years later, I wandered sidewalks

With firefly illumined street lamps,

Flickering houses like armed camps.

The slightest sound made my blood balk.

The stars zoomed — atomic missiles.
With each breath my last lung whistled.