Radio

A little metal voice

Buzzes into my empty home

It preach lips service

Without even lips

The powerline fidgits

Fudging the phrame sound askew

So I can't tell what he's saying

Almost as if this southern voice

Might be some other creature

Leading the masses

Of ants and spiders

To work together?

To live in harmony?

It doesn't matter 

Metal voice is so soft

And these gatherings

Are not mine to interfere

I'll wait here for the wind

To drown them out