Danse Macabre

Danse Macabre

A Poem by Alex Paul
"

Dementia and fears - the spectres at the feast

"

As you drift through

this world

you may not even

notice your transition

to the next

the living dead

waltz dull eyed

through ballrooms

created by the living

for their own convenience

dementia stalks these living dead

and the living who dread

that one day

it will be them

phantoms

frail ghosts

of once young women and men

who stare blankly

at strangers they no longer know

who fear them now

and what they have become

their sons and daughters

that visit

in the homes created

for the living dead

by the living who dread

in each forgetful moment

that they will be invited

to join this Danse Macabre 

 

Alex Paul 2013

 

© 2013 Alex Paul


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Added on May 7, 2013
Last Updated on May 7, 2013
Tags: Haunted, realism