A grey sound:
steel wool scratching rust from ancient tools.
Another part awry – the cochlea, perhaps.
Some hear barked commands,
conspirators or distant music. I hear
steel wool scraping steel –
Tinnitus – tinniti
Both ears now: in one
the steady hiss; the other sound
a muted rattle.
I lie awake, as over endless dusty plains
a tiny wooden tumbril rumbles, bearing
piteous aged ears