When they all fall down

When they all fall down

A Poem by Donald Paris

It was a red dilapidated barn

With rotted wood and rusted shingles

That he was proud of most.

It had a face like his.

Beaten by the vines of trees

And warped by the never ending rain.

A Nor'easter rolled through.

Violent drops pounded roofs.

Wind ripped through shutters.

“I'm going to the barn.”

A strange silence fell over him,

like the pause a doctor takes

Before delivering bad news.

When morning came,

There was rubble were the barn stood.

He was buried at the bottom.

With a rope around his neck.

© 2010 Donald Paris

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He's going out, and he may be some time. Understated, and the better and the more powerful for it. Very nice piece, indeed.

Posted 9 Years Ago

I loved the ending. It was not something I expected at all, so it was a great twist.

Posted 9 Years Ago

oh, oh, not what I expected at all . . . damned good writing . . . welcome to our little cafe

Posted 9 Years Ago

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