inaudible

They are the children of the deaf couple
That dance on the other side of the Sun.
They whistle a blistered melody of dead squirrels
Lying on the carpet. They crawl. They writhe.
Their effigies are broken under every constellation.
They sleep. Their names are forgotten
In every tongue. The smells they exude
Aren’t easy to perceive. They laugh. They prattle.
The melody becomes inaudible.

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