“I told you not to go into the house,
that no good was going to come of it.
‘A surprise party,’ you said.
Did you find a host or guests?
No. You found a deserted house.
Some traps and bloody saws.
A fireplace with falling limbs.
Have you had enough?
Yes? I thought so.
Now find your way out.”
The black bird flew away
with a wide grin on its dark face.
THE DEAD GAME
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