And the Doorbell Rang: A Poem

And the Doorbell Rang

P. Schultz

And the doorbell rang.

It was late that night

You lay awake, all but inert,  

Unmoving in your innocence.

And the doorbell rang

A mother screamed.

Later to appear to say,

Through her tears, “I’m so sorry for you.”

And the doorbell rang

And tho’ you knew it not

You had entered a place, been interred

In a world you knew not.

And the casket was closed,

Its contents obscene.

Not be viewed or ever seen, confirming it

Was a world where you’d never been.