Chalk outline
around thoughts
of destruction,
quietly, a body lays
as if sleep
came unexpected
in an empty room
redolent with antique
dreams.
a musty schoolroom,
and dangerous children
chant ring-around-the-rosie
from walls papered
with lessons still echoing
blood-spattered screams.
outside, cold fog
owns a night
haunted by incautious prey;
hungry predators
spin vague light
into futures too old
for innocence.
in such a room
who will find
this corpse?
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