THE FOURTH
by Jay Chollic
I found the house
climbed four steps up
and stood there
but, preceeding me, my timid
knock, was slight,
was subtle-almost there
this creature, pale
to bloodlessness, he
Bloodied me. hard trumpets
hid it; banging drum
a slow tormation
gathering,
and banners in their
brilliant surge
cried dead [truly?]
stillsweating; flushed
while I turned winter
on the blade-all warmth
was mocked! And
the eye that could have
wept, was glazed-all blood;
all breath;
all life;
Finis
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