Board Games of Our Youth B

Been about seven years since I've seen them. Hanging like burnt grapes. Deep in the throat of memory. Black tie, black pants. black shoes. To go with the black smile of tomorrow's blues. Close to a hundred years she lived take or give. Fifty people or so left to live in her wake. Funny little equation... get together over of buffet of death. blue words dance from ice blue faces. Ancient hiccups to soothe the ages. Ashes to ashes dust to dust. The grave digger leans into his spade We've loitered much too long. Within the blackness of the blackest day. in the backwoods of the closet to frolick with the puzzle and board games of my youth.