TERMINAL FACILITATION part 2
Danvers paused, looked up at the sign
Induction Department
up the stairs
the backlit walls looking shyly back
with whispers of a call once dreaded
no doors save the one at the end
he saw
and the way the day imparted its secrets
to bring him here
like a mouse in a trap
surrounded by death
a senseless history drawing him in
and the door silently opened.
Inside two men, one standing up
the other on a bed,
a drip connecting him to life
with thin anaemic liquid's glow
a screen behind his head.
Neither spoke to Danvers there
but a letter stood upon a desk
a gesture bade him read the note
and then he understood.
Now he knew the reason for death
his meeting there a subterfuge
the other man smiled as the truth hit home
his blood was needed for the other man
a special group so rare his tribute
to another life in scant suspension.
The sun seeped in to light the scene
a dawn and sunset tragically combined
as Danvers accepted the glass of water
and sedative to steady his nerves
hung his coat upon a hook
gave the sun a final look.
raypool
Wed 30th Nov 2016 19:24
Thanks for your wise and counselling words Colin and Stu.
When one puts poems on one hopes for the eye of the astute and respected, or indeed anyone that might find a poem appealing.
Colin , I hold you part responsible for the urge to do the follow up and as you can see there is no actual demise, although I feel the threat is part of the lure of such material. He seems to be sleepwalking to no future. I don't want a third part that descends into comedy, though who knows?
Stu, well spotted, just a brush stroke to signify two powerful strands, sometimes horror can be an object imbued with thoughts, and you sir have alighted like a raven on these. Cheers. Congrats for POTW)
Maybe the third should be: Danvers makes a will!
Ray