Alarm Clock
I wake
in a bed of roses rapt in polliwog consciousness
as
waves spread about osculant, repeating infinity
till
the warning call, a ship’s bell in the crack of dawn
calls to arms, a clatter loudly rattling ear-proximate
a warning
of imminent danger, of being attacked
Something
to obey, no matter what, insistent
A device
befitting a monarch in tyranny
utterer
of star spangles of stentorian sound;
its
voice as traumatic as fifty voices
static,
malignant, splenetic, imposing, and raucous
to
reckon an airful of radiating ringing atomic circles of noise
and
split the air, Oneself to make ready, equip for battle royal
now
the belligerent soldier on the stand shouts at fate
a
chain; a fetter
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