The End

That thing is out there,
It calls at once,
Out there it taps,
Your back.

It finds you prone,
You lay,
Out there,
Dead.

Stands at Narragansett Bay
That glow there,
Sees a rising,
Grabs the Casket.

Silver glows,
Doesn’t it,
There is a latch here,
Something inside.

Looks in the crystal,
It seem to shiver,
Does not move,
I’ll take this home.

Perhaps in the dark,
Dead dark,
The Glow I saw,
Will reappear.

-- Ronald St. Pierre