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.