And fall to my knees.
The earth is cold tonight, my sight
Is sorrowed as I place my hands on its frozen surface,
No furnace to warm me, but bereft.
Here, on the borrowed hour
Of my death.
The frost seeping through my clothes
Chills my bones, I am lost here, alone.
The precipice in front of me is wide, and deep,
But full. I keep my head dipped,
Knowing they watch me
And mock me.
A pathetic excuse for man
I am; a parasite they long to vanish,
To banish and go from these lands that were free
Not so long ago….
How did I end up here? Such fear.
What evil have I wielded in this life
Or the last
That justifies my final moment?
I have seen the past and the present, but no future,
No more will I stand as I grasp at my knees
On the floor, in the dirt that consumes me
And is ready to lose me to the worms
In the bullets and blood,
Left to die and to rot
In the mud.
Soon now, near obsolete,
A front row seat
To my own annihilation.
Devastation, wiped clean, buried.
When I, the very last in 'sin'
Of twenty-eight thousand lost,
I sink further into the soil.
The harbinger of death
Extends my suffering,
For the sheer joy to witness my distress,
I hear the serpent tongues licking the air,
Tasting my fear;
I peer once more into my open tomb.
To fall soon, I see my place
Between the face of the old and the young,
The father, the son,
The well and the weak,
The proud and the meek,
Innocent, all, now done.
I feel god smile,
Thanking me for my presence
But turning away, shielding his eyes.
Even he denies that man can wield such brutality,
For my finality, even the heavens
It is said that only the dead will see
The end of war - a small salvation,
In the face of a nation destroyed
By the passing of law.
It seems though I will live long enough to witness
The perdition of sanity
And the destruction of hope,
At the end of humanity,
Here, on the very horizon of my life.
I hear the click of the barrel,
His apparel rustles at the effort.
The cold steel, real now,
Presses against my temple,
And chills my soul.
My skull, braced.
I close my eyes
And whisper ‘please’
But useless these words are,
In such hatred, such darkness,
Suddenly and permanently passes,