The Angel of Death Speaks

I follow and talk to people, you know. To their houses,
cars, to where they keep their pills, garages,
guns. I whisper to children as they walk along sidewalks:
I tell them to run out in front of that passing car.
Sometimes they listen, then again, sometimes they don't.

I talk to animals. I tell them the places where the most cars
go through. I follow strangers whenever they're together,
especially when they start towards motels. I say to the one, "Hurry up,
get it over with! One twist and then leave the thing behind."

And then there are the people who live alone, in tenement shacks who watch
TV all day long. I tell them I know a WONDERFUL PLACE, WITHOUT COMMERCIALS,
to drop everything behind and follow. Sometimes they do, then again,
sometimes they don't.

Jean Jones teaches English as a Second Language Basic Skills for Cape Fear Community College. He has an MFA in Creative Writing from Bowling Green State University in Bowling Green, Ohio and has a book of poems available on Amazon.com entitled Beyond Good and Evil. He has had poems published in Aphelion as well as Horror Zine online.

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