I can hear the trumpet calling

The sound echoing in my chest

Rattling in my teeth

I knew it would come

But not this soon

My family sits at the table

Breakfast laid out before them

My hands clench into fists

Above the trumpets I hear the pounding

Shaking the door in it’s frame

Voices shout in words unheard

I thought I’d have more time

More time to hide the bodies