Where the Dust Gathers, a poem by Michael Channing

Where the Dust Gathers

by Michael Channing

a snowflake of skin
a granule of salt
shed the last time i stumbled in
and bedded down to a halt

the unimportant slough
breezed into corners
with the fibers and fluff
by the rotation of nurses and mourners

prematurely gone to dust
there i fell and there i stayed
scattered like prayers by the family i trust
thankful to die in a house without a maid

Harmless Flight


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Scraps, a collection of horror poems by Michael Channing

December 8, 2021