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Eva Sirois

  • Dance of Death (Part 1)

    A demon is bent on taking my soul that my grandfather cheated him out of so many years ago. I made a promise that he wouldn't take it. So begins the Dance of Death.

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Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins