DEAD MAN IN THE CORNER
Candice James
Copyright 2009
“Whaddya think about that”?
She said to the dead man in the corner.
He didn’t voice an opinion,
Didn’t bat an eyelid.
The room hung in silence.
She picked up a glass and hurled it
Against the eroded crumbling wall.
It smashed in slow motion.
She waved her fingers and the
Shards of glass restructured
Themselves back into the recognizable
Vessel they had been just moments ago.
“Is this not the story of life”?
She asked the dead man in the corner.
No answer. The silence was defeaning.
She sauntered over to the desk
And pulled out a revolver.
She walked over to the dead man
In the corner, raised the revolver
Took careful aim and shot him.
The sound startled him.
He stood up slowly and embraced her.
As he kissed her the curtain fell,
The angels sang, God smiled
And the universe applauded.
“Is this not the story of life?”