Monday, August 15, 2016

Next Room in the School

Today Death was a blue boy who
flashed into, out of, into view
so fast had you been whom he’d come to take,

you’d first have seen him as an outbreak
of blue blinking lights – before
you slowly registered his form –

and what had once been warm
in you would cool. The blue boy then
would take you to the next room in the school.


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