Three short ones from being a centurion
I met my next and the oldest one to date
Today makes number twelve. I got now, my first dozen.
Witnessing the frozen effect of your last breath
From across the room it was so clear
How wide the opening that your soul left behind
A silent scream they could not hear
Looking down into, I can see you’re now hollow
You grabbed ahold of my apple
And now it’s hard for me to swallow
Time pronounced fifteen twenty two
Time on my skeleton relic a mere six o four
In less than three to me you still felt warm
In a room, smaller than a college dorm
Snow globe by your side I just started to shake it
To start the raging blizzard that soon would begin to brew
I’m trapped in a white out, now what can I do?
Torqueing steel strings I held it closed
Packing cotton now I had no choice
I had to muffle the....
Silent sounds of your screams.

(CARSr. 8-13-12)