Sitting on uncomfortable seats
Straining neck to watch red lights
Dance across the black box
Hanging from the wall.
I await my name in lights
Don't we all.
I look around the blank
Beige room
Filled with blank
Beige faces.
All stare forward
As if trying to avoid eye contact
With death
Who is seated
Quietly in the corner
Playing soduko
Killing time
While he waits for time to kill one of us.
I think of Cluedo
As again
I scan the beige room
Trying to work out
Who will it be
And what will be the cause.
I don't think it will be anything as dramatic
As candle sticks holders
In the library.
But I guess you never know.
I'm still sitting here
Waiting for my name to shine bright
for all to see.
(C) spor
