blood runs down his face
the next victim
the world casts its eyes on
lying on the ground
barely he breathes
his lungs collapsed
breath shallow
eyes close
and heart slows
barely he clings
barely alive
a few bottles surround him
blood overflowing
the wound on his head
hidden by the swelling
shipped to a hospital
and strapped to a bed
tubes stuck here and there
and watching his life slip away
the family stares
not recognizing his face
cursing and cring on his side
i was there
i was cursing
i was crying
i cursed him for
his lack of love
i cursed him for his mistake
i kissed his forehead and said goodnight
and he entered his eternal slumber
later when the tubes came out
and his chest cut
and his organs weighed
i cursed some more
and when embalmed and set on a tray
we chose his best suit to lay him out
he looked like he smiled in his coffin
"ha," he said, "i got you now."
he got the last laugh
not the best one
but the last one indeed.
