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Poetry

the balloon popper

10.03.15

 

I watched through the glass

the assigned balloon popper

had gathered around himself

the crowd of balloons left over

from the birthday party

they were painted like rainbows

with what appeared to be brushstrokes on them

in one hand he held a blue pen

of transparent plastic

he reached for a balloon

then pushed into its coloured skin

with the point of the pen

in it went

deeper and deeper

then the balloon burst

and shrunk into floppy shards

I walked away pondering over the scene

the dance of death

the delight of destruction written into the child’s face

a little while I wandered back

the child had saved a balloon for himself

which he threw up into the air

and his little brother

played with a string from which hung the

withered fruits of burst balloons

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