Tower

Painted metal towering high
In a place desolate of life
Its lines lead up into the sky
Striking wonder and fear to the voice
"Ten, nine, eight..." intoned
Cutting silence like a knife
Each number a step, a choice
"seven, six, five..." is groaned
Heartbeats match each numbered sigh
"four, three, two," then "one"
Every number tensely cried
At "zero" the highest, we've begun
To go down the playground slide



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey