From a platform, he was pushed
down onto the ground.
There he landed with a great cry, a lonesome sound,
where the beasts took him with teeth;
molars and canines in the form of sticks and swords for sheaths,
beat him till his lungs gave in, until they no longer heaved for a breath.
Collapsed sacks of skin in a broken body
on a broken roof
somewhere without a name,
just a news channel hook
and gambit,
theme tune and a corpse laying bare on a video screen,
shield your eyes, place a blanket over the body and boy.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
From a platform, he was pushed
down onto the ground.
There he landed with a great cry, a lonesome sound,
where the beasts took him with teeth;
molars and canines in the form of sticks and swords for sheaths,
beat him till his lungs gave in, until they no longer heaved for a breath.
Collapsed sacks of skin in a broken body
on a broken roof
somewhere without a name,
just a news channel hook
and gambit,
theme tune and a corpse laying bare on a video screen,
shield your eyes, place a blanket over the body and boy.
for those who have perished.
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