Body. On the road. Blood.
Your soul - away.
Open eyes show horror.
They pierce my heart
And I’m overcome.
Your last moments:
Run, terror, loud, dark.
A precious life cut short.
Your very bones strewn,
Undignified and repugnant
So that many look away.
But I force myself to look
And I feel immensely
The loss of your wisp of life.

I want to carry you to a flowering meadow.
I want to grieve with your family- left without you.
I want to shelter your babies, starving and lonely.

We pass too quickly.
It’s five seconds of thought.
We move on.
I cannot see you anymore.
But I whisper, ‘Sorry.’
And I make a deep wish
From my guilty heart
That your soul is floating in eternal joy and peace.