Ski Lift to Death!

　　 by Matthew Rohrer

　　 It was a basement with its own basement，

　　 and in that basement were machines

　　 and dusty weapons， the engines of the house；

　　 where the floor gave way because of intense pressure

　　 from below， and magma boiled up

　　 through the wood-looking tiles；

　　 where to leap to safety

　　 broke my sister's foot；

　　 where the animals that weren't as smart as we

　　 were captured and admired；

　　 where we watched in horror as the ski lift

　　 lifted the men inexorably to death；

　　 it was my favorite room in the house.