''The Dead Men'' - A poem by John Eric Gulliksen


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THE DEAD MEN
a poem by John Eric Gulliksen

Out of the night come the dead men
Weaving an uncertain pattern between trees
as wind whips them
tugs at their hair
claws at their eyes
Snatches demented laughter to toss through our windows

The dead men pass with morning
Fade into shallow open graves
escape us
drool on their shirts
retch on their souls
Hide shattered carcasses from our sickened pity

Daylight, brightness
-hollow laugh behind me

Joy
living, loving
-vacant eye before me

Children laugh
dogs bark

-shuffle
-shuffle
-shuffle

There!

There!

There!

A macabre parade of dead men
closes about us as the garotte of gold
chokes off breathing
beats at our lives
sucks at our minds
pulls us into shapelessness
sacrifices

but

I

shall not die!