The One Who Wants It All

I do no fear
The One Who Wants It All
in the way they think I fear them.

I could overcome
The One Who Wants It All
Without much strain
Were we to come to blows, face to face.

But I am far away and cannot stop
The One Who Wants It All
from grasping at It and cursing us in jealous rage.

What I fear is
a toddler,
who stands beside a petrol station,
their tiny hands around the trigger
of a large blowtorch,
a grin of wonder stretched across their fattened face.

I may run to take the weapon from them,
or I may head for the hills like a coward.
It is my choice, but what I see
in front of either path
is One clear future
pulsing through my mind
and warning me
of One great, inevitable
explosion.