Ski Lift to Death!

Matthew Rohrer

 
It was a basement with its own basement,
and in that basement were machines
and dusty weapons, the engines of the house;
where the floor gave way because of intense pressure
from below, and magma boiled up
through the wood-looking tiles;
where to leap to safety
broke my sister's foot;
where the animals that weren't as smart as we
were captured and admired;
where we watched in horror as the ski lift
lifted the men inexorably to death;
it was my favorite room in the house.
 
From A Green Light by Matthew Rohrer, published by Verse Press. Copyright © 2004 by Matthew Rohrer. Reprinted by permission of Verse Press. All rights reserved.

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