Nighthawks

by Jessica Tan

That dayI saw them bark

at the moon to set,

reserving the sun

its seat.

They jeered snide

when the dark clogged

children’s lungs with cinders

from a bullet race.

They chanted

to resurrect the dead,

turning epitaphs

into magicians’ spells.

But they tightened nooses

in a single breath,

as long as they

could give death a face.

That dayI saw them looking

out the café window, pockmarked

by their own glass-eyed gaze,

squinting half-asleep.

Jessica Tan is an MA in Creative Writing student. Originally from Indonesia, she currently resides in Singapore. Some of her poetries have appeared or is upcoming in the Eunoia review and Cathexis Northwest Press.

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November 2018

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