Openings
All has opened as far as it can today.
A 357 magnum Champaign bottle
brings down a wild boar – clean kill.
Giddiness is inherently fizzy,
dizzy possibly even deadly
we have machines to monitor
how open a person can get
and still live on with those
ever expanding vesicles.
inside them.
Returning to the ‘opening’ theme
the very air has blossomed,
blown itself up and outwards,
and I wonder how far the sky
or an effervescent atom can open
before shooting off
into the heart of a passerby
and if she or he survives
will he or she continue to open
the way a starfish might
in a fluorescent splash of moonlight?
Yet all openings must fray at their edges,
rims and verges fragment,
the circumference cannot hold,
hollow points expand
into multiple exclamation marks,
but when we have opened,
when we have opened all we can
does the wilting then begin
or is there a gun
of a much higher caliber
for us to be fired from?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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