i opened the window
and the sun spilled to the floor.
outside in the green grass
a butterfly landed on a dandelion.
a cowboy pedaled by on his tricycle.
he stopped to look at me
as I watched him through the screen.
i smiled and he gave me a mad sneer.
he pulled a revolver from his side
and with one eye squinted shut,
he took careful aim
and fired.
he galloped off toward the sun
on his three wheeled stallion,
leaving me hunched over
holding my chest.
the pain was real.
it pierced deep in my heart
setting off thousands
of explosions in my chest.
i closed the window
and slumped to the floor,
asking myself why i didn't move
from his deadly aim.
there are many ways to die.
by a bullet or sword
and even by a smile or hug.
every child i saw killed me in a way.
and the sun spilled to the floor.
outside in the green grass
a butterfly landed on a dandelion.
a cowboy pedaled by on his tricycle.
he stopped to look at me
as I watched him through the screen.
i smiled and he gave me a mad sneer.
he pulled a revolver from his side
and with one eye squinted shut,
he took careful aim
and fired.
he galloped off toward the sun
on his three wheeled stallion,
leaving me hunched over
holding my chest.
the pain was real.
it pierced deep in my heart
setting off thousands
of explosions in my chest.
i closed the window
and slumped to the floor,
asking myself why i didn't move
from his deadly aim.
there are many ways to die.
by a bullet or sword
and even by a smile or hug.
every child i saw killed me in a way.