Content warning: suicide

Bang! What a way to go! With all that dynamite!
There was no decline, no allay,
just his absolute and then his abolishment
and at such altitude!
I hope you stop going up. Will you be
high enough? Will you sip on the
helium of a balloon abandoned by a child
after a disappointing birthday party?
Your head inflates next.
Mommy grabs the bleach for his little hands.
Bang! What a way to go! With all that oxygen!
Who survives? The suicidal seven year old,
his ankles blistering from too-small shoes,
or you, the next door neighbor, drunk again
and again, and again? You blame it on
your alcoholic bloodstream, he
blames it on his father’s.
The both of you are unlovable, try this on for size.
The both of you are too high, try the ground for once.
Fetch the Barometer! Bang! What a way to go!
You both went high, your veins stuffed with
a casualty’s broth and he, six feet off the ground,
taller than he will ever be.
Crash! What a way to go!