A
young woman dressing black
Bending under the weight on her back
A
load with pictures of peoples upon it dangled
People
weren’t there when I died
Her
bare feet were bleeding,
Her
tall hear, with the winds, were flying.
I
yelled for her and cried.
She
gave me no reply
But
looked at me and smiled
The
most bright smile ever shined
From
the most beautiful face ever made
…
and she passed me fast.
