100 words: Centenary

Should we celebrate this centenary? is it a choke-hold or embrace?

Oh, you iron gates of one hundred, are you keeping me in or the danger without?

Are you a playground to frolic in

as the 30 miles per hours, shoot by in the 20 zone?

The backdrop to hops, sprints, rhymes

calls and responses, chasees — countdowns

passed from one generation of frilly ankle socks, and v-neck jumpers to the next.

Will I lose myself in the ball pit of selective verbosity?

Or enjoy picking the strands off the carcass?

Sucking juicy marrow

till only bones are left.