They Are All Dead.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you wish to see them all again:
there was Tessie
that time always on a necking game with boyfriend
grandma was so angry
she closed the door and she had gone away instead
of stay

there was Oliver
he was fed up
upon a daily scrubbing of the floor
too shiny on everyone's feet
some slipped to death

and there was Sonny the
faithful peeping tom
who dreamed about a hole on the wall
where he can see
Dulce bathing

and there was grandma
her rules are too strict
you violate one and you violate all
one stain
and you are finished

you wish to see them all?
they are all dead.

you miss them? open a closed door
break the lock
enter if you can
it is not your time yet

you are bound to suffer
so suffer well
and then you enter again
the door may open
and there see them
all waiting....