The Finish Line Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

Twenty minutes left in
The Day-

Time for the
Punchline..
Time for the
Last Word..
The Fat Lady
Can hear the
Orchestra-
She's about to..

The Finish Line
Is just up ahead-

When, Suddenly-
A Bomb
Goes off-

You're crawling-
Bloodied-
You've lost a leg-

A friend of yours
Is Dead-

You're in Shell
Shock-

Sirens
Sound throughout
the City

& All you can think
About is the first time
You read
'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'