Blame by Len Kuntz

You said it was the wagon’s fault
That it buckled beneath your weight
Wheels going wobbly hitting a stray stone
Sending you headlong into
Oceans of vodka clear as spring water
With more than a million shards of glass reflecting
What was left of you and how you
Chose the bottle instead of your children

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans, and the author of I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AND NEITHER ARE YOU out now from Unknown Press. You can also find him at



One thought on “Blame by Len Kuntz

  1. I really like this poem. It describes the process and the outcome of alcoholic behaviour with great economy and is the more telling for that. I’m wondering is there a second stanza, somewhere in the background, to do with how the writer has come to terms with the hurt and moved on. That might complete the circle of life, so to speak.


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