The RopeAnd there it stands, a single metal corpseThe Rope6 years ago in Sestina-ween More Like This
upon a ruddy hillside, painted scarlet
from the sunset hanging low beside the house.
That single metal piece alone the ghoul
looks over, taunting those who pass the tree,
as though awakened from a partial sleep.
And when within that state of almost sleep
there is a chance to look upon the corpse,
step softly in the grounds. Around the tree
there is a rope whose knots are tinted scarlet
by the sunset--though some blame the ghoul:
the sunset is deflected by the house.
And as the sun should sink behind the house
a person can sneak in and watch him sleep,
and sleep he does, that effervescent ghoul.
He wakes and rises only for the corpse,
or else to mark that curséd rope dark scarlet
while waiting on the metal by the tree.
And if he keeps his watch next to the tree
a person might feel safest in the house,
for blood is all that turns ropes that dark scarlet.
The rope does not change color when he sleeps,
it stays the same when he watches the co