Night Of The Woodshed { The 50 Year Haunting }(Rep.) Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

An insidious slice of Macabre grandeur
For a Happy Halloween to you and yours!
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Beneath the floor of the woodshed,
the woodshed that terrified towns folk
The shed they labeled Macabre,
from their fear of its strange, dark story,
one starless night in sixty-six,
that resulted in ne're a soul
be within a mile of its standing-
since then and to this day,
on nights when the sky opens,
pounding the roof with torrents,
of rain that runs down the shed
in colors of rust and claret,
the same roof that once caved in
the night when a metal bird,
and its flyer lost their handle
somewhere inside a cloud,
that was allegedly billowing from-
a blinding surge of bird strike,
barreling through the blackness
of the night and o'er the shed,
and that took all thirty tons
on a sky-born Nantucket sleigh ride,
slamming into the hard slate roof
with a crash that was heard for kilos,
and that assumed the pilot dead,
when reported by two strangers
they had seen the anti-Christ
shake the Heavens from the sky.

And, tho' fifty years have passed,
and every scrap of metal found,
from that gaunt, haunting night
when a man fell from a cloud,
'till this day, no body found,
nor the tell-tale crucial black box
that to this day has left this Town
with nothing shy of folk lore secrets.

Towns folk still talk at gatherings
haunting tales told to them as kids;
tales tall as New York scrapers,
scenarios of angels and witchery,
such witchery that keeps folks away,
from warped chimes of a church bell
swinging on the ropes of the wind,
or the scratching of human nails
from below the woodshed floor,
always during a midnight rainstorm,
imbuing the woodshed floor
over and over again,
yet it stands as if it were
June of nineteen sixty-five.

Someday, the date is moot,
the woodshed too will perish
one storm-swept night in time
the shed will see its death
before the eyes of Dawn,
and shall die-
with a hundred-thousand queries still alive.



From ''The Death of Classic Poetry''
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- Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR