Early Bird

[Silver WInd]

The awkward line breaks, and use of puntuation in this poem were done intentionally

 

Early Bird

 

It lay upon the

table, a letter not yet

answered, but soon

to be left long forgotten.

The phone had rung with

no given response; red light

now blinking steady.

An old friend who tried to call

as the time went by,

finally thought I would say

hi; to my surprise

there was blood crusted on the

walls, sheets lay astrewn;

a smell rose most foul for what

had been this person

I once knew. Now a bloating

corpse; guess I had come too late.