The Last One To Know Poem by Dónall Dempsey

He smiles
in the mirror.

His reflection
does not smile back.

He raises his left hand.
His reflection does not.

He raises his right hand
and scratches his nose.

His reflection does not.

His reflections laughs.

He does not.

'I'm afraid you're dead!
his reflection tells him.'

'Only you....
...don't know it yet! '

His reflections steps out of
the mirror

no longer made of glass
free to be whoever he wants to be

instead of being chained
to this human.

The reflection leaves.
Slams the door.

The body on the floor
does not even hear him

...go...