Mercy Killing

Posted in nothing special by maggie on 2009/06/20
Mercy Killing

Agitated to a pulp,
last remnants make faces
just a stone's throw away.
The end is too brutal
to witness.

We pick at our words
like scabs
new blood
from the old.

They heard their gods.
They hold their arms
out over the black
draped over
their loss.

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