Witness

Did he witness his own death

or was it so fast he was whisked away by his father’s hug?

Did his sisters see?

Away she went with triumph

faces scattered next to bloodied bits

they came to celebrate here at the finish line

What will see her through this night?

her eyes, ears, and legs are hurting

smokey wheels

Boston came to stomp

not for this

Of course

Anything

Anytime

what a pleasure

what a gift

what love

to come to your bedside once more tonight

when evil shakes

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