I overheard

Three seconds of your voice
on the landline phone.
curtly followed by
accented hushed tones.
Your friend, and my tenant,
rams shut her door;
a soft electric silence
quivers as before.
Your famished god's
broad mother tongue
offers saignée psalms
from a broken lung.
Your flat Cymric vowels
drift off like blunt stars,
your voice a well-worn
melody of haunting bars.


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