Corridor
by Todd Cheney — Read all 47 poems by Todd Cheney
Tuesday, September 2, 2003
In the secret school
I learned the things
That
No one else would
Teach me
An abject fool
I'd ask to kill
The
Secret knowledge
In me
A sentient being
Is still unknown
Until
It knows its fate
Is Death
inside
It cries
And waits
With bated
Breath
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