In A Jist... Poem by Sahil Mamtani

In a jist of a second,
I had the fist of a boss,  
I stepped over men,  
Dead and alive,
One by one,  
Feasting with hells own kitchen,
Yes it was but a few thousand moments ago,
just when I had the jist,  
and that's where the twist made it's way through,
wrapped in a black bag,
seals with no holes to breath from,  
I realized I was suffocated,  
then perpetuated,
finally perforated...
From all those happy moments I hadn't realized but one thing- 
all my greed, all my envy, and all my anguish were in that same pier,  
waiting, only to turn into ashes...
And in that jist of a second,
I had the fist of a peasant...