UNSUNG

I didn't rise for MatinsIn anything but heartLeaden limbs under the duvet
Tracing the restlessLeaf-lace on the netsIn bruise-bright ambulance blues
Hurtling through the oven of nightPale ceiling fanned with someoneElse's tragedy
I held their panic up againstThe small hours' loomingWideness
Listening past the sirenPast the unsprung dawnFor unsung mystery and mercy