car alarm
no one heeds a car alarm blaring
battle-cry wolf
dial 911 for a papercut
yelp for police when you flinch
urban chirp lulls citydwellers to sleep
they’ve slept with the wolf cries so much
when a masked assailant attacks in the night
these windows are deaf to the sound
better you did not speak at all
then your throat would gong and feet would come running
Ethan Cunningham’s recent works appear in The Drabble, HASH Journal, Modern Poetry Quarterly Review, and others. He lives in California.
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