0800001066 by Kevin Smith

Myopian car-lamps astigmatic
at both ends of
an elemental suburb
The curfew
strangles every magneto,
every break-light, every
vandalising glare.

Under the ashen sentinals
I move in my own dim spotlight,
surreal, trans-human, treading
to a diffuse horizon,
an unwitting dissident
at the end of the earth.

A streetlight falters and goes out,
curtails my neon shuffle
In the deliberate silence
the blackened soil reclaims
the landscape of
Agincourt