Kyla Houbolt

Days

days pass like a row of ducks
the bishop of falsehood cries out save them
and the days keep passing like leaves on a river
and the mayor of time refuses to tax them
and the days roll out like ash from a cigar
Pa used to call them SEEgars
smoked them til they killed his swallow
so he starved to death in a hospital bed
the windows still boarded up from the storm.
"Why is it so dark?" his last words
but I know he went out like the light he was
and the days keep passing
the days keep passing
endlessly
like they do

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Kyla Houbolt's debut micro-chapbook, Dawn's Fool, is available from IceFloe Press, here: https://icefloepress.net/kyla-houbolts-dawns-fool-a-microchap/ . Most of her published work is available on her Linktree: https://linktr.ee/luaz_poet and you can find her on Twitter @luaz_poet.