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Victims of Creation

Updated on August 13, 2011

A rubber band rocket 

Out of green imaginary rubber 

Stretched between nonexistent fingers 

Aimed at the back of the annoying head 

Of the victim who is 

Your creation  


Fictitious tension between 

Your fingers, the green rubber band 

And the head of your victim 

At the other end of your aim 

They feel so real even though 

They are all 

Your creation


Released, the rubber band 

Soars in a graceful arc carved by gravity and speed and force 

An un-recallably committed repeating green somersault through the air 

Slowly, like swimming through the honey  

Of adrenalin-expanded time 


At impact your stomach tenses 

Quiet whack of rubber against hair and skin 

Your victim’s head recoiling 

As the rocket falls flaccid  

To the linoleum classroom floor 

At the feet of Mrs. Meany 

Your teacher 

Who does not behave 

As if she is 

Your creation 


In Detention 

As you watch the really bad boys 

Play mumblety-peg with switchblades 

Looking at you the same way 

A lion looks at prey 

You do your best to remember 

You are a victim 

Of your own 

Creation 


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      Richard Francis Fleck 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      This poem is very cleverly created and therein lies its tour de force.

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      Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

      Thank you, JK! :)

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Very provocative, the old rubber band. I seem to remember this happening in the classroom. The proverbial class clown sent to the principal's office frequently. Ha

      Thank you.

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      Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

      I often wanted to be the rubber band sniper, but there was always something in the way - lack of a rubber band, opposed by superior firepower, etc. Thank you, Ruby

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