Clocks stop
The wind dies

A door
Opening slowly
Onto nothing

Patient hands
A blue sheet

She closes her eyes
Sees an octopus made of blood

Everything here’s very efficient
Clean light
Dry air

Waiting for the word

Shifting from foot to foot
Thinking about cigarettes

Taken from The Death of the Bird King, available here. 20% off price for a limited time. Copyright James Knight. All rights reserved.