In the presence of silence (it gleams like a spider's filament) I doll up the words:

honk(a child's teddy bear that say's "Push here" or two geese talking as they fly to the lake)

the horn(of plentitude, pure myth or an unicorn, a horse disfugured)

of the fire truck's(all traffic stops, it passses gleaming red, obsessively polished by hands to remove even the shadow of ash)

Let it wail(only in the distance, only in my sleep when you surface) and never arrive in time,

as the light today burns silence to the ground!