I am not a prophet
There is a stillness
Betrayed by voices, indistinct
The voice of God?
The voice of the dead?
The voice of neighbours, slightly raised?
A trumpet is sounding
We hear the noise
Oblivious to the call
A summons to war?
A call to prayer?
The neighbours playing Louis Armstrong?
Whisper whisper whisper
Driving us insane
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do!
We put on our headphones
A procrastination
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