BEDBUGS

Where is the unlovely gronking of the rooftop gulls

The smart peep-peep of short-tailed English blackbirds

In the dark before the alarm
The night gives birth to more than darkness

Not so much sweat

Not too many droplets crawling along the perineum

That grow legs and cling on and pose

A threat

Any sudden movements are met with groans

And bloody pops

The sheets are soaking the sots

Doing the job of clots

If hell is not sleeping

It's torture not sleeping alone