The beast [2]

You smashed the small granite table down
like a mighty war hammer
cleaving the coffee table in two
which I had made for you,

the cellular phone that I had bought
went flying, tossed like a discuss
with might and mean
against the wall
where it shattered to pieces

and being demented arose
from a superfluous thing,
from another motorist
driving into the back of my car
and barely hitting it

and the beast was upon me
the moment that I came
through the front door

with looks it tried to kill,
looks that could chill to the bone
the labyrinth ran through the house
with your children
watching as spectators.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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