Fons Belli: Part 2
First GradeThe rock whizzed by my head because I ducked;
but, Charlie didn't.
He caught it square on his round temple
in-denting it like a new paragraph,
dropping him like the stone it was
simultaneous with his fall,
like man's instant, final, irrevocable descent from Eden.
He folded neatly in half, arms poised to support his dead weight;
but those massive pillars melted into pudding
spreading slowly into protoplasmic mud.
His brown irises both widened to capture fading light
as he dissolved into oblivion
unaware of what had zeroed in
on his locked-on temple.
He tuned out like dead air
unaware of his underwear soiled by the leakage,
remnant from that missile launched anonymously
from a friendly hand in a kid's game of
Let's Play War.
No one closed his eyes; he wasn't as dead to us
as he really was.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-03-20 at 17:34
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