Nathan Wilson Poet Free verse

For Them We Worked

Forgive this battery; tilt up your chin. 
You're ready now. 
Still, absent. "Help! Help!"
Life running in. Futile.

Puckered breath on silent chest.
Crushing pain and animal calls.
"Please! Please!" A familiar voice.
We work. Not for you.

You are lost, forever and complete.
Distinguished face, absent now.
Silver hair matted red and brown.
For them. We work.

Body rushed to mind's demented end.
Forgive us this dishonour on
Your ancient bones.
We press, counting, breathing.

Declined decision raises ugly head.
Of vomit, of blood, of tears and shame.
A bookcase bare of recent tome,
Crushed under laced fingers. 

"What's the time?" It's over now. 
Last moments made brutal.
Forgive us this horror.
For them we worked.

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Beata Agustin January 21, 2026 at 11:21 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.