Night of Demons In Miniature

So small, so small, so
scurrisome and squealing,
so slight to slip through baseboard and
screech their small and simpering sounds, so
it goes, them here and
sleep absent, them here and
peace stolen,
and they march and fly and squirm and
play their sleight-of-hand, flaunt their carnival tricks and
find the cracks in flesh, in bone,
dip their hands in veins
track them to the source,
and whisper their names and pound their chisels
mad and careless sculptors, equally scornful
of the material and the product,
and so it goes until
all dissolves to dream