By the road Bierce
Wrote of in three
Frames, one voice each,
A fourth’s not named,
The shade that climbs
The stairs, then leaves
By the back door,
As if fear-struck,
Why the wife shrinks,
Her man runs up
And kills her, why,
In a way, but
No one knows who
Or what. It was
That shade the Grey
Man bought. That one.
Thursday, June 17, 2021
The Grey Man’s Shade
