Darkridors
Feet Pounding
Metal Door-Knobs
Slip away
Piling at the corridor's end.
Over and over doors sweep open
And faces blossom like tulips opening
Everything closes.
The gas chamber is
Mobile again
And makes Good speed –
God speed.
The yawning awning
Collapses sideways
On the massing crowds
Copyright © Nigel Lesmoir-Gordon | Year Posted 2016
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