21 January

This night.
Night rain.
Drink my tears, she says.
Drench the soil.
Seep into tunnels
Where roots hang
Like chiroptera.
Fill your veins to overflowing, she says,
Until my nectar drips –
My nectar that blinks bright
Like night’s fireflies,
Calling the sleeping hordes to rise,
Wave after wave,
And break the silence with marching feet.