Elegy

It’s three in the morning and I’m awake again.
A fox’s yelp-bark sends up a
Noteless song from somewhere I can’t see,
A harsh elegy for sleep, perhaps,
Or a desperate plea for sex.
I’ll take the elegy,
However sweetly sourly sung
It won’t please the sleep god,
That fickle bastard
Never listens to prayers never mind
Answering them.
He’ll make an atheist of me soon
But I’ll still be awake,
Still am awake.
Even the fox has given up.

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