The Necromancy Whim
All the townspeople disappeared
by MARINA GIPPS
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.