Ducker – Needless Destruction

Needless Destruction

As the summer day was warming
my cane and I were strolling
the beach front promenade
where sunbathers were lolling. 

Anticipating, I looked ahead
for the ice cream stand I knew,
when a vision of loveliness
distracted this man’s view. 

She was long. She was lanky.
She was tall. She was lithe.
My old heart went pitter-pat
with every flash of thigh.

I deliberately stopped and waited
for the approaching Venus
so as not to accelerate
the closing gap between us. 

Blond hair flounced.
Her bosom bounced.
My mouth was desiccated,
but not surprised,
I rationalized,
what others appreciated. 

Then almost up to me
she looked distantly
and briefly our eyes met.
Then from the folds
within her clothes
she produced a cigarette. 

The fantasies I had seen;
The images I’d created
all became circumspect
and evaporated. 

It was long.
It was white.
It was slender and compact,
injecting carcinogens
down her bronchial tract. 

Instantly I visualized
a tall and stately tree
with branches lifted heavenward
for all the world to see.

But invisibly down deep inside
the core was soft and rotten
insidiously decaying there,
unknown and forgotten.

I felt numb.
I felt sick.
I felt that I’d been cheated!
It maddened me
then saddened me
with every puff repeated. 

As she modelled by
our shoulders briefly brushed.
I must confess
under duress,
my inner self was hushed. 

Suntan lotion
replaced the ocean
as she breezed on by
on her own
lone sojourn
which made my old heart sigh. 

I dared not look back, but did
at the departing masterpiece
that had died
upon the easel
of my heart. 

I could not help but wonder
what damage was asunder
and when the deadly symptoms
would eventually start. 

The customarily tasty cone
lost its flavour in worry,
and all too soon it was finished
as in time, I feared, would she.


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