Salem. Poem by Mary X

Salem.

Rating: 5.0


There’s something
in this room
that’s wrong.

It has bones like a fish
and wings like a bird.
There’s something wrong
with it –
malfunctions down
every avenue.

In this café
is the demon.

Who it is or where it is
no one knows.

Blame the air.

Will it
float or will it
sink?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Melanie Emiko 23 September 2006

Quite intriguing. Loves the ending - will it float or will it sink?

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Mary X

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