"I'm afraid."
he would say
"Make it stop."
he would beg.
In the midst
of the lights,
sunkissed,
he arrived
as a silver blur.
His thoughts
he had brought
to be uncrushed
from their rot.
Blood, bile, and mind
taken from his corpse
and infinitely refined,
empowered and re-lit into vim,
because who he was
died along with him. |
Submission Name: He Died Long Ago
