A Break Without a Case

It could have been a wicked gash, that we all knew

For it would be easily seen, the blood that it drew

And yet we might have been amazed, that it wasn’t worse

For it might have had on it, the dreaded curse

For it was a bottle, lying in the street

Threatening the toes and fingers, of anyone it might meet

But it wasn’t the whole bottle, it’s top was all broken

And the jagged edge of it, well, the danger went unspoken

But the curse was more than the mere slice of the skin

A superficial cut, is where the real danger would begin

For it was infected with the slime of the street

And having it taint your blood, would never be sweet.

The fungus and molds that grew on its jagged points

Would infiltrate your organs, and stiffen your joints.

Soon you would lay abed, crying in pain

But never would your rise, never to be healed again

Alas, it would have been simple, to cut short this course

It was all caused by, and aided by the act of a horse

How, you would ask, did this become an equestrian matter

On the way to return the bottle on the horse, a bee stung the latter

As its immense body rose up on its rear legs

The bottle was thrown, and shattered like week old eggs

The rider hung on tight, and kept his seat

And unlike the bottle’s fate, no breakage did he meet.

So on they went, just a small bottle short

And no case of poisoning, did he have to report.

 

Barbara Blackcinder

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3 Responses to A Break Without a Case

  1. Very Cool poetic story 🙂

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