Mercy of Death

The black coffin stands righteously,

Its polished nose breathing erratically.

Death has pardoned everyone’s duties—

The children dying with Innocence—

The sullen, weak; the soulless, will-less

Do not and never can watch Death’s doings.

I felt truthfully confused by the situation:

I was the survivor from the Perish of Children;

I was drug-slept into depression & depravity.

The people systematically stood still,

Only silence were the speaker outside—

Then the man in the coffin stared back;

I watched Death smirking wryly,

My father cried, “Why have you killed me?”