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 olderhe 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 lifesister 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
