A murder of glockenspiels

So many in the one place,
& none of their names a
palindrome, not even caco-
phony. There are androids

in the elevator, electric sheep
in the hallways. Somewhere
nearby a muezzin calls the 
faithful to prayer. He has a 

voice that carries easily over 
all the other noise, a settling
sound, a reminder that non

sequiturs can have the ability 
to turn out to be the most im-
portant game going in town.