They Killed Him Running

They killed him running Naked down the street When a man next to me asked me what Happen to him. I thought to answer till The sun obscured me without slashing The last words, and I was thinking I was still sleeping With joined hands and muscles In front of a lead mass. I am still thinking. Can I answer Him as a teacher to a retarded student In a restless room as the dreamy dreams That was once long time part Of the hunting? Of course I should. I closed my broken mouth And I put a hand on his shoulder: Can you feel me? The whole body Shaken and I know he got the message.