January Poems, No. 42

Deviant Art by Zias


JANUARY POEMS, NO. 42


When death points at you,
It points
At your image
In a mirror.
One-armed death points with its thumb,
Because the other four fingers are missing.
Only a thumb points,
Because the hand is missing, the arm is missing,
The body is missing.
The thumb
Points
Until the image in the mirror disappears.
The thumbnail is painted the color of naked,
blonde, freckled skin,
But turns to gold
When the image in the mirror vanishes.


Duane Locke

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