For whom do you call?
ripped from sleep
sound casting
a world of terrible dreams

You are the Fox
calling the other
those lost to the night
beneath the covers

Chaos doth reign
heralded by the broken
the fractured spirit
of hope

Where now does fear reside?
is it within the homes
of the watchers?
black mirror scry

What do they conjure
the dark arts from
John Dee or the agenda
from the BBC

What queen presides
over the cells of workers
and a socially distanced
sanitised hive

honey turned sour
walls rotten
the last light shimmers
through a swarm of drones

Exodus on a switch
turn off, tune out
drip by drip