That house at the end of the road
is empty now, as quiet as the home you left
when you knew the animals understood
and something on the moon wasn’t right.
The police are still looking for you.
I won’t tell them what really happened
when they ask me troubling things
about the shell you wore.
But before you slip away through the forest,
explain to me the reason for your actions
and why you didn’t warn me of the dangers
we would inherit once the nightmares started.