The Town
by Katy Comber
The sound was faint but
by Katy Comber
The sound was faint but
it was definitely there.
The entire town its audience.
A creaking.
In the cool mist settling
there was a creaking.
Lights remained on.
Lights remained blazing.
As the townspeople lay shivering, quaking.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
A rocking after the
snap, snap, snap
ringing out; echoing.
A rocking. A creaking.
What have we done?
What have we done?
A witch! A witch!
What have we done?
Autumnal leaves vibrant in the full moonlight
against the gray world.
Dreams of specters pinching
and yellow birds flitting
A witch! A witch!
What have we done? What have we done?
Three nooses swaying, swaying.
Empty, but still there was a creaking.
What have we done?
the lottery springs to mind here. just don't change your name to shirley
ReplyDeleteThe Lottery by Shirley Jackson was required reading in my leadership class. I agree with Abby on that one.
ReplyDeleteThe image of the three nooses is truly compelling. Thanks, Katy, you made my skin crawl.