I shall see his bloodstained face
For days and days to come;
His scream shall rent my dreams
At hollow nights and empty scenes,
I cannot forget him.
How still he stood, or his eyes
Set at sights in the distance;
He would’ve heard the wind,
Screaming into his ears
A song of death,
But it was too late.
He never turned to see
The rattle of metal wheels,
The clang of death’s shield;
And the moment was past.
His body twisted, limbs flailed
And mouth frothed in his soul’s blood;
Ripped apart by cold metal,
He ceased to be.
He was no longer a friend, son,
A lover or student.
He wasn’t even human anymore.
Food for cats, dogs and crows,
That is all he would be.
I saw a man die today,
It could have been me;
But it was his day.
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