Spots of blood on railway tracksbetween shrubs and refuse

he lay

with a vacant look

a rag sagged to the ground

bridging his body

that was once one

in pious solemnity

the living came and went

those who could spare

took time to stay and stare

in the distance

stones by the tracks

wet and red

sprouted theories

on his haste

and clichéd fate

beyond the wall

scented flowers

nourishing greens

throbbing crowds

someone there

perhaps left in ire

over an unkept appointment


One thought on “Accident”

  1. Death came as a surprise that day to him. And that appointment he kept… although he did not know it before he set out from home.

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