A Child DiesSuddenly it strikes . . .
Hard and without mercy;
Without notice – Death.
filled with joy and tricks,
and so . . .
all at once,
A sound of brakes,
A scream from tires . . .
and the little child lies – Silent.
Silent on black surface – Silence of Death.
So paralyzing that birds stopp singing.
In the blue car,
in a grey suit,
clutching the wheel,
sits a man hunched over . . .
His eyes staring fixed, unseeing, straight ahead.
Inhumanely burdens the knowledge his mind.
He has killed a child.
Poetry by Carl O Andersson
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Written on 2007-03-28 at 18:19
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