and then there were none.

that's how it started, got crazy
and then there were none.

first it was just two guys talking;
next, one died, the other talked on
until his friend needed tending to
and the one alive decided the smell
was getting too much, so covered him
with dirt, kicking the last bit in.

said his farewells and druthers,
including some bygawds, dangits,
dadgums, and ain't that the shits.
maybe that was his part, cameo
appearance and i was the usher;
minimalist art? now theatre?

so the one chair was moved
the dead guy drug off stage;
then act II began, as one guy
walks onstage, looks around
spies something high aloft
and starts speaking Gothic.

excused myself to Neil Diamond
as i curtsyed to the others
and like Don Quixote spun
and stopped, noticed

then there were none.

05/01/2008

Posted on 05/01/2008
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