The room
It is quiet.
No trees, no bushes, no animals, no birds.
Not of the loud sort anyway.
The room has one occupant.
None other want to see him.
But the room is... there.
Not alive.
Dead, dead, dead, but there.
Dead, dead, dead, but there is no blood.
Dead, dead, dead, but it has not got a trace of the boy's wise friends in it.
Dead, dead, dead, with a boy in the bed.
He giggles. He cries.
It is an odd kind of despair.
He never knew what wisdom was before.
Never even knew the last wise one's name.
"What's in a name?"
Is asked of the room at large.
The room does not deign
To reply.
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It is quiet.
No trees, no bushes, no animals, no birds.
Not of the loud sort anyway.
The room has one occupant.
None other want to see him.
He should know why.
The sane him still does.
But the wild him is King.
No, not King. Chief.
"Chief of the Island, Chief of all! I would have been that!"
Could have been that. Was that.
For such a time as it was.
They never found the wisest ones' bodies.
He giggles. He cries.
It is an odd kind of insanity.
"I love it! I do!
It is so nice not to feel."
The room does not deign
To reply.
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