Tonight the dead rise above
the ground to haunt
And remember by whom they
have been wronged
Only briefly glancing,
before turning away
The darkness foreshadows the
terrors heading my way
The white blank faces appear
with the frequency
Of blinking away sand from
my eyes
But the grains continuously
graze the surface
Till the crimson drops of
flesh are too common to dismiss
The pain, a momentary
distraction, away the see-through dead
But neither patience nor
conscience have I for those thinking
They themselves the only one
misjudged, slandered, subject to trauma
And waiting in queue to tell
a melodrama
“The car finally hulled to a
stop
And for a long moment I
couldn’t see…
The blood spattered into my
face
And the liquid was too thick
for me smear away.
My son was along for the
ride
Screaming for mercy and for
me
The bones broken from inside
his tender body
Sticking out in places,
striking his organs
The airbag blew out too far
Chocking and suffocating the
innocent.
Till the gagging sounds
Stopped
Striking into one
unsuspecting victim
Awoken from soft easy
slumber
Into the living nightmare of
pain
Five days
It took five days for people
to find us
I
Watched him die.”
The faint whispers of words
I must strain to hear
Scream for attention
But my reach does not extend
that far
Or rather into that side of
the steel bars
Passively shielding my
stained-red eyes
I cannot sleep nor stay
awake
The witnesses line in a line
endlessly it seems
Till the mob consumes my
conscious sanity and my dream
