The Bungee Jumpers Poem by R. G. Bell

The Bungee Jumpers

I’ll try here to explain
And tell it to you plain,
How their deliberate flings
Can be three different things,
Depending on the view.
(You say you see just two?)

To some it is all thrill
To do what might well kill,
While others watch it done,
(Do count me here as one)
And see it darkly dumb,
But thinking it, keep mum.

The third and strangest thought
Is that someone has caught
A way to earn his pay
By spending all his day
In tying rubber bands
To one who stilly stands,
And helps prepare a suicide
With
All
Com-
Mit-
Ment
Set
A
Side.


R. G. Bell 2009