standing by

[thepoetnight]

a chalk tornado whipes the board
while they stare on, the empty horde
what joke is this, I asked him, standing by
yet he'd not speak, he'd only stare and smile

the single flaw lay straight ahead
the bullet-hole foresaw us dead
what lie is this, I cried unto the sky
but he just stared, he stared and then he smiled

they all just sat, with eyes turned down
as wildly I looked around
what hell is this, I screamed not knowing why
and then he grinned, and now I fear his smile

as I wept, the room transformed
my tears dried, as it reformed
I dreamed this, I spoke and saw him cry
I laughed, and then slowly I smiled