The God of War Wants Me Dead

Mars made yet another
Attempt on my life today

I was at work, and
Starting to get a bit stir crazy
So, I took a break and went for a walk

I walked up the hill,
The same hill that I walk up and down
Every day… without dying

It rains a lot here, almost all the time
So, I’m used to the hill being muddy,
Slick, just a bit less than safe

I’m used to planting each step very carefully

But today, just as I was taking my break,
Stretching my legs, climbing up and down
The same hill that I never die on,
Mars was changing zodiac signs,

You know, up there, in the big, blue sky thingie

As soon as he did that,
He was automatically squaring
My natal Mars position

Mars square natal Mars is, um… challenging

Seeing his moment of opportunity,
He tripped me

I went sliding down this muddy,
Goddamn hill, the same way I never do

Mars is exactly square (in my birth chart)
To my natal Sun

He’s an out-of-sect malefic for me

So, it’s hardly the first time
He’s tried to take my life

He doesn’t hate me or anything;
It’s just that he looks at me, and
Thinks to himself,

“I really should go ahead and murder him.”

So far, he’s failed every time

Maybe he isn’t really
Trying very hard,
I don’t know for sure

It’s tempting to think that maybe
He’s not that good at his job;
But, I know better than that

I think he’s just pretending to try to kill me

I had to go into the bathroom,
Lock the door, take off my boots,
Remove everything from my pockets,
Take off my jeans, and then
Wash them in the sink

I wrung them out, as best I could

Then, I put everything back on, and
Went out and stood by
A shitty little space heater,
Looking like I had pissed myself

It took two hours for my jeans to dry

This is why I’m pretty sure
That Mars only wants me to think
That he wants me dead

He just finds it entirely too amusing
To almost murder me


©2024 Kevin Trent Boswell 

The music and poetry of Kevin Trent Boswell

Author: Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.

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