let it ring

i don't answer

the door anymore.

it's never good, it's like

picking up the ringing

phone

after midnight.

only trouble arrives

at that hour.

best get a good nights

sleep and deal

with it in the morning.

the dead are very patient.

the knock at the door

is usually

a neighbor

wanting to borrow a cup

of sugar

or olive oil,

or a salesperson, 

or a clean shaven mormon

with evangelizing

tracts,

or someone

you don't know holding

a pair of jumper

cables.