gasp

chopped world
look at my hands, oh life, yours taken
in such a brutal manner
you laughing
funeral dirge
funeral dirge
that was not for you

you knew sorrow
but the wind
feathers fast horses
these are yours

wasting withered
bloated at times
i cannot remember you like this
you were life you were laughing

i was one of the last
your story your gift
should not have ended
in such cruel starvation

i stare long enough
the world resumes a similar rhythm
but still, staccato slurs
between seconds hours

the dash between your dates
is not long enough