Death Throes by Jack (Poem)

“Knucklebones”,
He laughed
Amid tossed Hexes and voodoo
As Death dragged on by its Achilles
Kicking and screaming
Refusing to surrender
Inside these pale and peeling walls

Every crooked midnight
Trading melancholia for soothsayers
Soothe-wanters
Soothe-takers

Wretched wits for cobwebs
Donned like forlorn hairnets
Never giving a day longer
But steeling so many away

A haunted spectrum
Between the grays
And the shades
Woeful souls
Dancing on whispering curtains
Playing the game.

© Expressions by Christine 10/27/10