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NaPoWriMo21 Day 22: Silent But Deadly

A poem about the metonym “gas” that has a literal use during World War 1 and now a metonymic use in a college dorm room.

NaPoWriMo21 Day 22 - Silent But Deadly

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt challenged me to write a poem using metonyms to invoke a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place. I wrote a poem about the metonym “gas” that has a literal use during World War 1 and now a metonymic use in a college dorm room.

Silent But Deadly

You gased us!

You carpet bombed the whole group.

Was it announced from a floating trumpet?

No! Nor did it erupt fourth on a foghorn.

Instead, it crept in on us like a busted wind.

A mist that was both silent and deadly.

Boy, Howdy! Did this one-gun salute pack a wallop!

Most of your blasts clear an entire room.

But this ripper?

It was as invisible as the magic puffs from a dragon.

Yet more sinister than a back drafting barn burner.

Once we caught a whiff of it, it was already too late.

The tank had been emptied and the dark steamer was upon us!

I think I heard someone gurgle out, “Gas!” in the confusion.

Me? I had already breathed in the uncorked symphony.

Your venting would be my last death breath.

Falling, convulsing, gasping for air.

I had only one fleeting thought within this toxic fog:

Who had dared dealt it?

But we all knew the answer to this folly.

It was Jerry.

It was always Jerry.

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