People Say

By Sam Marston

I look around the cold dark room again,

People who are dying often see their life before their eyes.
I only see an eternity of nothing.
People say they live the same day over and over.
I live each day anew, the child of solitude.

What if Kafaka was right?
Do men turn to monsters in a matter of hours?
What if the Borden carton was right?
Does a soul turn sour on a predetermined day?

I ease my way out of my chair.
The night is darker when you don’t care.
People say they world labels everything.
My soul will be labeled “return to sender”.

I reach up.

I flick the switch.

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