For the Dead Ants by Devon E MattysI sat up last night with a dying man Cradled his head, stroked his hair, held his hand He didn't speak and we rested in silence Waited for peace, seekng answers to the violence. I hadn't meant to do it-- be responsible for death Yet here I was, accountable as someone drew a final breath It was an accident, truly, and now it's done The chance of it happening again are close, I'm sure, to none.
I sat with him through the night Cradled his head, stroked his hair, held him tight And eventually he passed-- From the harshness, the violence, he found relief at last. 10/02/2001 Posted on 10/02/2001 Copyright © 2024 Devon E Mattys
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