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Casualty

Mourning the death of me

By K.B. Silver Published 7 months ago 1 min read
Casualty
Photo by Scott Rodgerson on Unsplash

I wave in the breeze, hanging momentarily

In that eternal second

I scan the horizon, hugging the bay of my life

Wondering how you could possibly

Hoist me up with your incendiary petard

Taking stock of my own meager mark

Thinking, of how you

Stood on my growing back

Raising slowly, year after year

Nothing more than a boost to elevation

I groaned in lamentation

Under your burdensome weight

Until finally, you plucked

The fruit you sought

Jumping off with a kick

Violently, I wallowed down the hill

Your ticking bomb, tossed with skill

With a powerful blow and

A timely jostling roll

Right off the grassy knoll, I flew

Impaled by red-hot shrapnel

Bleeding out before I reached

The culvert at the body glutted foot

Eyes open, no longer registering

You stood over me, picking my pockets

Storing your ill-gotten gains

Alongside the same volatile chemicals

Used to drain my life

K.B. Silver

ElegyFree Versesad poetrysurreal poetry

About the Creator

K.B. Silver

K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.

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  • Mother Combs7 months ago

    🫂hugs, KB

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