A cold iron hits his back
Sudden.
Thud...it sounds...
A resonant chill down the spine...
He shivers, quivers and falls.
His toes stretching
And fingers clutching the air
For some last hope;
Paralyzed eyes with vision blurring
To haze and then dark
He sleeps,
Lids still open wide
To see some good night wish perhaps.
It never came, for once, then.
Hens made chicken,
Cows go beef,
Pigs run pork and ham,
The man doesn't shriek.
Wonders only, "who I am!!!"
Heart on an anvil,
Mind on fire,
He hammered the soul,
His grave is in the air.
Smile smily smily
Froth down the corners of his lips
Amidst his dreams unreal,
Man! Don't you dare touch him
He's dead so early.
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