He could feel it
His body turning to dust
Like the others around him
He didn’t wanna go
Not now. Not when they’re almost done.
He could do nothing but feel pain
         I don’t feel so good.
As he stumbled over to the man who helped him
The man who shaped him
His hero, mentor, father-figure.
It wouldn’t be long before he too was gone
So he fell into the man's arms
And in a voice holding nothing but fear
  I don’t wanna go, please, I don’t wanna go.
He fell to the ground his feet turned to particles
Continuing until only his head remained.
He managed to get two words out to the man
Before the dust took him like it did countless others
The man with eyes stricken with grief and despair and anger
The man who could only watch as the boy left this world  
            I’m sorry.