I took my broom,
to his head
and smashed it,
wondering why,
he kept smiling
at me, his legs,
up-turned in the air,
house falling around him,
but still he smiles,
and nods, as if,
this is the way of things,
like he knew, the broom
was coming, smashing down,
on his head, turning his legs up
in the air, the house around me,
falling, when I took my
broom to his head, and
smashed it, wondering,
why I was smiling.
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