Small Fart

no one knows him in the room except by loss of breath greeted as unwelcome guest his stinking scent is death noses wrinkled in disgust when sensed this gust of wind all souls beneath his sickly scent are far too quickly pinned. inhaled in gasps of shortened breath each person feels impending death. Surprised, all eyes begin to scan so desperate for a breeze or fan. Feeling faint they seek escape from reeking odor, lungs in rape. A paler pallor faces all. noses seeking some release. knees so weak they nearly fall from lungs too weak to call. Those outside hear tears and pleas so open doors for those on knees finger pointing, whispered tone but none the smallest fart will own. Small fart dissipates and leaves crowd relieved, all sigh. A slow goodbye that no one grieves so glad to see the open sky. No friend the small fart has, he knows. He comes and goes by wrinkled nose. All he does so quick offend, wish to hell he'd swiftly end.