The Death Rattle

Dennis L. Siluk

‘Thou will not return
The dead await ye!’
     The earth replied,
With a leap—
Form of a shadow
Trampling my bones
All the way down—down
To the House of Darkness—
Home of the damned:
No doors, no bolts,
Men like wild animals.
—The earth opened its legs wide,
Said, ‘There is no cure for this,
One’s fate is settled!’

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