The Games People Play
'Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away
into that other room'
Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918
Blasted my eardrums, you two
when you were kids.
‘Keep the racket down!’ I’d yell.
‘Only playing!’ you’d yell back,
music blaring from that old hi-fi;
ballerinas you’d be, in Swan Lake...
Murder in the Dark – your favourite,
but I banned it...too noisy by far.
Speedily replaced by Hide and Seek...
You’d be creeping downstairs...
avoiding the fourth from the top;
the one that squeaked.
Then, there was your sister, counting...one,
two, three, at a hell of a lick.
‘Coming ready or not!’
You’d call her a cheat for counting too fast.
She looks for you, still...you know;
choosing to believe you’ve just
‘slipped away’, and that one day
she’ll find you, in that ‘other room’.
Trouble is, if that day comes,
I’ll have lost both of you.