If It Was Cyanide

If that button over there
were cyanide,
I would pop it on my tongue
and go out with the tide.

Or if my nails were as sharp
as an icy cutlass,
I could draw them down my veins
to disappear like gas.

I want beans and everything
to simply be cyanide,
lethal edging
for my earthy hide...

@Steven Francis poems 2010