the humans
and their brains all sleep
soundly
while the creatures of the night
scurry about
and among the leaves and branches,
they cower along the bricks
and crawl their way up
up
up
to your bedpost

and, when sleep
turns is cozy head to the west
the chariot takes flight
and sends your feet
to
panic,
but with every step
all they feel
is fur and flesh and bone
without proper placement
your knees wobble
to keep your weary head off the ground
although
it's everything that you can do
to keep moving
and control your own destiny

as you crush
tiny, helpless creatures
with every step