Symptomatic Prophecy

Symptomatic Prophecy

by Mike Pollock

Do you see, oh can you?

These curtains falling,

Down round me.

Do you feel, oh can you?

The coldness,

An enveloping freeze.

Do you know, oh can you?

Their names are

On the tip of my tongue.

Do you hear, oh can you?

The voices raised

As though they were one.

Do you think, oh can you?
Are the words

Stuck inside your head?

Do you live, oh can you?

Answered questions,

In a land of only dead.