“That Certain Smell”

Elevator doors creep open,

bright white lights shining

to the tune of Mozart’s Third.

Turn left through the double

doors that block my mystic

eye from behind the window.

Open made shut by elderly

hands wandering through the

hallway like brittle skeletons

searching for their second skin.

Grim shadows blessed in holy

mists follow their rattling bones

to the blanketed beds of dusk.