Leonore Hildebrandt
Tinnitus

all day I listen
for the absence of it

a metallic ring
uncalled for and tenacious
accents beat their tone and timbre

sore against the wall
sore against my ear

a tin field
an abandoned mine
hungry insects running with history’s pulse––
who we are going to be

gregarious locusts whisper and click in the dark
while someone is chanting
verily verily

in truth
all day I listen to an absence

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