We Leg It Up the Hillside to Kill My Darlings

We Leg It Up the Hillside to Kill My Darlings
by KC Trommer

 

All the eggs are poison-filled. At the tippytop of the hilltop
is the silhouette of the empty chair.

What a ferocious few you have become.
Open up, open up! Here we come, my darlings.

I have a new darling who makes you all pale, and me fearless.

If only you knew to be terrified. It’s out, loose and
on the loose—the terror would seize you—nothing more.
But there’s nothing to kill in the empty chair. 

I fill up the sky. I’ll have my way with them.

I lob them at the fence like a good little rabble-rouser.
One of us will die in someone’s arms.

Open up, open up! Here we come, my darlings. The fear—She says,
Look before you leave—makes me braver than I am.
Send your bromides my way. Will it be me? Will it be ye?

Open up, open up! Here we come, my darlings. The fear
is out, is loose and on the loose—the terror
would seize you if only you knew to be terrified.

She says look before you leave—
One of us will die in someone’s arms.
Will it be me? Will it be ye? 

I have a new darling who makes you all pale, and me fearless
makes me braver than I am. Send your bromides my way;
I’ll have my way with them.

At the tippytop of the hilltop: the silhouette of the empty chair.
Nothing more. Nothing to kill in the empty chair.

Like a good troublemaker, I fill all the eggs with poison,
and chuck them at the fence.
What a ferocious few you have become. 

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KC Trommer is the author of the chapbook The Hasp Tongue (dancing girl press, 2014). She holds an MFA from The University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, and has been awarded an Academy of American Poets Prize and the 2015 Fugue Poetry Prize. Her poems have appeared in Agni, The Antioch Review, Prairie Schooner, Poetry East, and a number of other journals.  She lives in Jackson Heights, Queens with her son.