Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
Down in the lobby three elderly women, bored.
Take up, with their knitting, the Passion of Our Lord
As the universe and the tiny realm
As a barrier against mosquitoes,
I pull an old sheet from the closet
and cross the yard,
We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.