Not very inspired for this prompt.
"Abendrötlich"
Forcefeed the demons hope
Crystal clear cold morning
Words in abeyance
Twigs on branches on limbs
Each of them catching the light
Break everything that works
Whispered in each solitary capsule
Ten deep at the stoplight
Left a little late
Rattled in my iron routine
The emptiness of what I do
Not always answered
By the pittance paid
More new planets
We will never visit
Our house was not destroyed
While we slept
Though someone’s was
Just as undeserving of harm
Just as friable in holdings
" 'Illustrious Lords,' answered the attendant, apologetically, 'among the many things which the prisoners lack are names. It is true that they have [ ] asked to be called by some barbaric combination of sounds, which offend the ear and which of course we cannot heed. Their numbers, however, have been recorded. If you wait, I shall find them.' " --Into Plutonian Depths
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