Lightning

by Anna Foley

 

With surgical precision, he strikes;

Dissecting the chimney,

Lobotomising the roof.

Discarded temporal slates rain upon the hairy grass.

He injects fear into the attic’s heart.

The gable is fractured, compounded.

The cauterised bedroom is smouldering.

A mattress is gutted.

The kettle, dislocated from its socket.

 

Quarryman

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