SON OF MAN

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray14 Aug 2014

SON OF MAN

the torn body in the street
bullet-riddled
has no comfort

nothing can be done
to resurrect it
splayed between

ruined buildings
weeping eyes
bloodshot heart

again and again
the ripped torso
the shattered arms

are left bleeding
again and again
his walk is broken

his eyes shine out
from every eye
that seeks the sun

blotted out by
gunfire, blades
and violence

done to children
to adults
to those who cry

yet he rises
and dies
and rises again

but still

the torn body in the street
bullet-riddled
has no comfort

there is no light
in the sky