Death Barged In <br /> <br />In his Russian greatcoat <br />slamming open the door <br />with an unpardonable bang, <br />and he has been here ever since. <br /> <br />He changes everything, <br />rearranges the furniture, <br />his hand hovers <br />by the phone; <br />he will answer now, he says; <br />he will be the answer. <br /> <br />Tonight he sits down to dinner <br />at the head of the table <br />as we eat, mute; <br />later, he climbs into bed between us. <br /> <br />Even as I sit here, <br />he stands behind me <br />clamping two <br />colossal hands on my shoulders <br />and bends down <br />and whispers to my neck, <br />From now on, <br />you write about me.<br /><br />Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-barged-in/
