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.