The Necromancy Whim

All the townspeople disappeared
except for a man with very rotten teeth.
Fetal positioned on his manifesto,
he can proofread in his sleep.

But today he is dreaming he is
away on a Roman holiday,
away from truly ordinary people.

He is with flag-draped coffins;
He is with forlorn hand,
laden with shrapnel.

But most importantly,
night-riding on his bicycle
without a light.


Comments (2)

Linda, very symbolic... love is a battlefield. Wonderful ending... excellent write! ! Brian
I agree. A beautiful result indeed Linda, but I never count my weddings or my funerals anymore, just going with the flow, as usual. Some victories are hollow indeed and that is the time to swallow hard and keep the peace. Grinning at you, Tai