Wednesday, November 7, 2012

End Times 9

It thumps against wooden door.
Heavy hand to knocker.

The house echoes with it.
No answer.

No lights.
No smoke from chimney.

Snow crunches under foot.
The un-shoveled gangway.

Leading to the empty yard.
Waterless birdbath.

Swingset -
Now only moving to the breeze.

The abject condition of life.
Has been here before him.

The doors are all shut.
The wind blows.

The Cold Man lets go of the papers.
The wind takes them and they scatter.

To all ends of the Earth.
As do we.

K.J.K. – 11/7/2012