Kim Schilling

Rookie (1967 / Illinois)

The Hanging - Poem by Kim Schilling

A crumpled paper,
dampened with tears
screams out your angst.
Gripped by those words,
they sear my soul;
“He’s gone now.”
A hush surrounds me.

The scuttle has stopped,
all hard evidence removed;
abandoned to mourn,
in this cold, dim room.

Like magic I see you there,
dancing around that chair –
You won! You won!
How you loved musical chairs…

A chill washes over me,
the shadow of a noose hangs low
in my mind, as you step off;
“He’s gone now.”
A hush surrounds me.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 5, 2008

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