I found him on the floor,
Snared. Colors shimmering,
A piece of dirty rug? No.
Too late to interfere, forgot to
Say a prayer for him, to lament.

Brain twisted in the wrong way,
The moon showed the sun
Her entire side and all eyes watched
Bandaged, solar spectacular.

His colors still gleamed at me
On the chipped concrete floor.
Many white teeth release him as a
Gift, in turn my eyes are shut, 30′.
The price of freedom, his traumatic death.