Aunt History doesn’t sleep well
For one thing she hears things
Real things—last breaths for instance
She’s like God herself
A field mouse in Germany
Behind a haycock
Breathes its last
And spiders
With their book lungs
Have their last gasps
Deep in the night
The whole world
Is like the final act of Aida
Lovers sing gently
As their oxygen runs out
Planet of the Blind 