Poem

Hollow

This is the way it all will end

Not with a whimper

Nor guarded whisper

But a boom clang

Pan to the floor crash rattle

Blast a hole in the drywall

Ball through the glass bang

Everything smashed

While only on the inside

Do the walls crumble

Without a sound down

And I'm standing in rubble 

While I sweep

The shards of glass 

Poised to pierce

the unprepared hide

On the outside

7/21/19