13
Landmine
As I hear the click
of the arming mechanism,
I manage to stop
dead in my tracks.
And with a surreal
curly-q twine coloring
my suddenly erect spine,
I politely ask
all nearby persons
to evacuate the vicinity
and warn those folks
behind first floor glass
to protect themselves,
just before I pull out
my cellphone to dial
nine-one-one
in the hopes it will
magically provide rescue
from this predicament,
while forgetting
I am not in the USA
and this country
uses a different threesome
for automatic emergency
dialup.