By Leena Taylor
I give him a pitying glance
He is so pathetic with his bruised eyes
I don’t understand why he won’t man up
Here it comes again 1,2,3 three ribs
He gasps for breath and stands still
His eyes open and close like doors
He is so still I could forget
He was alive
I could forget he was human
Here it comes again
This time a shove to the chest
He falls like pieces of glass
I can hear him shatter
I’ll walk by his corpse again today as I did yesterday
And I’ll say the same thing I always say
Man up