Four Seats Empty, Six Seats Taken
Four seats empty, six seats taken.
And I had one with a view
Making sight seem lesser blue.
But for those who seem mistaken,
They would tell me stories too.
First she came, an expert frightened
Looking as she was to burst.
Empty glass to quench her thirst.
Sighed a breaking pitch so heightened.
We were frightened. “Who is first?”
Then we saw the first one rising.
Just like he was one of us
He was standing just because.
Then he spoke in tone despising
All who ever stopped his bus.
Also showed us full inked papers
Showing us his wants to kill.
Just one name the paper fill
Raiser man who took his vapors
Sent him here to pay the bill.
Then, in blue, his story ended.
She stood up to sit him down,
Also stood an evening gown.
It was morning dark amended
Still a bright and early town.
She had not gone home that morning.
Three days had already passed.
Taken remedies when asked.
When she wasn’t, near for mourning.
One day passed if one would ask.
Never got her message twisted
Raining in a sun filled day.
All outside was dry as clay.
Threw pills on the can, but missed it.
Cried her shameful cries away.
Sitting down she brushed her cheekreds.
Silent girl was next to her.
Next in line she stood and stir,
Shook the grounds of white like seabeds
And her words were all a blur.
Mornings seemed to her like dusk winds
Ending every day too fast.
Had three scratches and a cast
Just because a high roof sun thing
Grounded all a chance to last.
Sat back down and shook the flooring,
Bumped a young man on his feet.
Not a story would repeat,
But the man was very boring,
Thank my God my heart still beat.
Talked, the man did, to his limits
With an arch reverse his brace.
Powders on his nose and face.
Talked and saw our bored man mimics,
Stopped because he knew his place.
Weeping now, the man sat sleeping
Breaking off his still, dry sweat.
He was sitting to my left.
To my way were they all peeking,
I’m the next one to regret.
Stand up, I, my shirt of ember,
My turn it was to confess.
With a moral did I bless
For I never nor remembered
Trying hard to end for less.
Lives don’t end in merry places
Where a life is broken still.
Six people are in this fill.
Of a straight and four sad faces
Which one did I try to kill?
This is a hanger to wonder of.
Answers in life are provided.
(2014)
