An inanimate
Blood - red spot
Awakes curiobity
Of the crowd passing by
Still warm pieces of
A short life
Bits of human flesh
Deprived of shape
Reached by fate
Enhances common fear
Of the crowd passing by
It`s fate breathes deep
It`s fate witers nearby
Smoking and coughing
Biting nails
He may recognize
Half - dried drops of blood
And a smell
The exciting fragrance
Of broken innocence
The tuth`s endangered
So off he goes
With a tear in his eye
And the same
Question - why?
Slowly he dissapears
Among the indifferent crowd
Passing by...
