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