
I saw the man by the river what man He was the man with no shadow dead man He moved like fog up the sidewalk walking I heard a noise at the window knocking I saw his eyes in the window red eyes his eyes, they were hollow dead eyes And then he flowed through the doorway cursed mist Then my arm, he was touching foul fist taken by fear I could not move frozen then his word it was spoken “chosen” I gazed at his face eyes trapped I felt my soul leave my body life snapped We were two men by the river What men we were the men with no shadow dead men
David Newkirk is a retired attorney. He is currently in the Master of Fine Arts program at the University of Missouri, Kansas City, where he is actively unlearning thirty years of writing like a lawyer.
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