Sunday, April 13, 2014

Burning His Bridges -- NaPoWriMo Poem #9

He burned his first bridge back when he was a little boy
He stole his sister’s toys broke them when she told mom
He beat her up like a playground bully
 he was older
 he was bigger
 it was his sovereign right
  so he said
She never forgave him gave his reputation its first black mark
 she locked him out of his life
 sister no more forever
 he was alone
That was only the first bridge:
 he had only begun to burn

Year after year over and over he burnt bridge after bridge
 robbing his relatives
 backstabbing coworkers
 turning friends into enemies
He thought he was all-sufficient unto himself
He thought the only friend he needed was God above
He dismissed the concept of karma as mere superstition
 denying his own superstitions
 dismissing his personal delusions
Looking out for number one was the whole of the law
He looked out for himself only, screw the other guy

From the burning sky above a burning bridge descended
He tried to escape it but it always adjusted its aim
It was made of all his hatreds resentments and fears
His double his shadow in monstrous form burning like an angel
Always it increased its speed in its mission to destroy him
 it found him—
  it landed—
   impact:
 his reputation ruined
 his life destroyed
All he could do now was sit down and weep for himself
All the milk he spilt on everybody else
 had come back to drown him


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