A deeper well

 

There's a body in the stairwell
I can see it lying there
In the darkest of the corners
Just below me on the stair.

 I cannot see if it is breathing
Cannot say its man or beast
I cannot tell if it is watching
From the rags it lies beneath.

 I stand quietly and unmoving
Straining ears for telltale sound
The russle of a boot heel
Or a scraping of the ground

 As we masqurade as statues
Theres a sound from far away
The tinkling of voices
As some merry children play.

 I cannot have them find this monster
Or whatever it might be
An urgency is growing
Faster than the fear in me.

 As choices are presented
There are clearly very few
But how to seize the moment,
And how, and what and when to do.

 Dashing headlong into violence
Hoping suprise is on my side
I take the steps at double pace
And loose my footing and my pride.

 I tumble headlong into darkness
And towards a deeper well
The rags are still unmoving
And if they did i cannot tell.

 Lying in the darkness
A pile of rags and broken bones
Silence in the stairwell
Deeper than the great unknown