Boundary Haunt

Bat features, the office of bat
Features ears, little heart
A beat-beat. This room full
Of flutters. In this the fields
Trampled in escape, mass
End-of-it-all on motorcycles
Escape; humans headed to
The caves. In that room we
Always leave the light off.
This room is the kitchen,
Small teeth for cupboard
Knobs, swivel-eye light
Fixtures. Enough of these
We’ll have a squeaking city.