The Last Bell / Poem by Lily Swarn

Poem by Lily Swarn
The Last Bell
The last bell tolls before curtains are drawn
A hush slithers out of the dense emotional undergrowth and becomes me
I mummify myself
Anointed and pickled
Ready for slaughter or repose
The dome closes in claustrophobic
Thrashing about for one last life breath
I wriggle and squirm in throes of helplessness
Bamboozling an inch of space from eternity
The ether slips in unnoticed charting a road map of its own
I shudder in anticipation of another lifetime of ignominy
Whilst the flaming orb goes about its usual business of showing off !
Copyright Lily Swarn 9.6.2017

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