Four ambulances,

strobing lights through my curtains,

humming under the ghostly blue.

 

It’s three in the morning,

I’m woken by the sound

of saving life.

 

Strange enough that I

just killed a man in my dream,

then green men appear.

 

Two red men

kneeling and pressing,

the green ones are ripping packages open…

 

Like wolves in the chests of prey

their teeth and faces black,

white bones cracked apart.

 

Now I’m on the balcony

half naked in the dark,

my dream-kill, bleeding out.

 

The wolves fall silent,

the green men pick up their spill.

The carcass lies gaping, split.

 

The bed is sweating,

my dream is waiting,

I’ll kill again…