trapboy

Today was a lazy day for organizing odds and ends and getting my todo list together for the coming week. I tripped across this poem I had written long ago. I'm not sure what it means, and it creeps me out as much today as when I wrote it.

All the traps were set
today and all the
day we played
upon the written bannister
whre goodly types
delayed their
passage down the corridor
where all the ropes were
taut
and down the lonely corridor
the traps began to whisper
come down the hall and play
come down the hall to me
oh won't you leave your hallowed
day and see what there's to see?
but the goodly ones they feared them
and soon they ran away
and only we were left
when the traps began to play
they sang their iron jaws and
beat their iron hinges
and crawled down along the hall until
they met dear Billy
Billy knew them all by name
and all the traps knew Billy
but they had come such a long long way
and must take something back
so Billy left alone with them
and sometimes we still miss him
when the goodly ones are near
and the traps are out to play
we think of our friend Billy
like just the other day. And sometimes
we still see him
at the end of a dusty hall
but now the trapboy Billy
is not like us at all
his eyes are all a glitter
and he sings with iron jaws
he knows us all by name
but he never comes to play
down the long long corridor
though we wait here
everyday.