Voice Mail Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Voice Mail



They heard about a death
in the family.

Talking stopped
when they saw him.

Stopped. As if
death were contagious.
Or cancer. Or grief.

Pretended
not to see him

coming
sometimes
veered discreetly
across the street.

He put the phone
on voice mail.

Could hear the relief
when they left

their brief condolences.

Sunday, November 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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