Inside Walls

by Erickson

Inside walls cast of concrete and cobblestone,

Flesh and bone,

Rabid dogs guard their writhing kill,

Eat their fill,

And as the ghost dreams of life anew,

I replay my death like déjà vu.

In here where gnats and hornets flock,

Plague and mock,

The jester wails to a crowd of none,

Save for one:

A stranger who looks a bit like you,

Who laughs then softly applauds on cue.