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Yet, like a grotesque statue, he remained frozen

I started to call up when I realized why his silence, why his lack of motion

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He had come here, pursued by darkness, cliht of—what? Had so beyond, in studio darkness, far worse?

Rain showered the white tombstones

I gave the ladder a gentle shake

“My God!” I yelled

For the old man, on top of the ladder, toppled

I fell out of the way

He landed like a ten-ton lead ot to my feet and stood over him, not able to hear for the thunder inhim

I stared down into the dead man’s face

He stared back at me with oyster eyes

Why are you looking at me? he asked, silently

Because, I thought, I know you!