Goodnight room

Goodnight moon

Good night rangy slatribbed cattle with horns that grew agoggle

Goodnight light

And the red waters hacking aimlessly at the dead

Goodnight bears, and lions turned loose in pits to fight wild bulls to the death

Goodnight chairs, and the tables with the fresh splinters blown out of the wood and the mud walls pocked everywhere by the big conical bullets

Goodnight kittens

And goodnight mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue

Goodnight clocks

And goodnight socks

Goodnight little house where women inside were wailing and the little hearsecart stood at the door

And goodnight mouse

Goodnight comb

And goodnight brush

Goodnight nobody to take him to raise

Goodnight mush

And goodnight to the old lady, that is what I said. Goat

whispering “hush”

Goodnight stars and quartermoons and other insignia of a provenance unknown

Goodnight air

Goodnight noise, must have caught the idiot’s attention for he turned his dead black eyes upon it

(With apologies to Cormac McCarthy and Margaret Wise Brown.)

(Special thanks to Caille Millner for suggesting it.)