The Noose Of Destiny Poem by Robert Glass

In the pool of candlelight,
The cell phone rings -
And there is a horror in the sound;
You cannot see the future,
But it is not necessary to do so -
Because a small thread of destiny
Has tethered itself to the phone,
The ring...and you;
Like steel chains tightening your fear,
The noose of destiny finds you.
Apprehension builds like a dam
As you pick up the phone.
With damps hands
The phone is slick-slippery -
And you hope it falls away,
Breaking to bits on the marble floor.
But it doesn't - and you answer it -
And strangely, it's someone you know -
Someone you love.
But their voice is different,
Solemn -
And so the thread (the noose) tightens again -
The news is bad...
And the phone wasn't even yours!