1 December 2012
They sneak up behind
Staying low
There's no escape
Nowhere to go
They jump him and scream
Scaring him to death
His pounding heart
And visible breath
After a minute
He says that's enough
But they're not done
Playing rough
After a while
He's not breathing at all
Only then do they falter
Their confidence falls
What have they done?
and what do they do?
They cannot admit
The cruel truth
To the grassy field; they don't ever go,
Where the body lies fresh in the snow…
Stay Low, No Escape • Opuss № I