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Kevin Muszynski

The End of Invincibility

High up on the slippery wall

Standing triumphantly like it was my call.

Twenty feet above the ground,

Hard to imagine me under a mound

Of dirt, wriggling worms, and surrounded by wood

It just doesn’t seem like it could

Be me who loses that precious gift

Of life, but with one wrong shift,

I could have been another one,

Whose story became undone.

The one, whose tale ended so quick,

Not even with a trace of a sick

Feeling of joy, remorse or of regret

Four more steps and I just bet

The rocks, they would have loved to have me.

Four more steps, and one might see

Another who lost his invincibility.

The water was as cold as ice, the jagged rocks were sharp,

I swear I heard the divine playing their harps.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]