Saturday, June 30, 2012

Poem (draft)

Close Down

She moves quietly

amongst the worn bodies

Picking through foot stools

and zimmer frames.

In the day room the television

blasts out to no one.

Everyone stopped listening

weeks ago.

She sticks the address labels

she has just printed out

on to shoes, suitcases and chairs.

They  all wait for the  first move.

No comments:

Post a Comment