Where it’s night forever by Ali Ismail

Where it’s night forever
Ali Ismail

they divvy into tribes
in order of paleness—
the fairest
bear a gory transparency.
A tribe of ghouls unlike
the opaque others.

Gauzy romantics
who hunt bats into stew
by the high noon moon
and swashbuckle
the renaissance of
night.

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