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
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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🫂hugs, KB