Son of a Bitch

Get me across

these damned

photo by hungrybison


I watched
the old woman
make it.
It was easy
for her.

She knew she was going,
but damn,
she took so much with her.

That son of a bitch
son of her’s,
forgot we were all there too.
We saw it all.
He was no hero,
the young girl was the hero,
and that old lady showed nothing but contempt for her,
right up to the very end.

The young girl,
she has since disappeared,
and that son of a bitch,
can’t understand why.

She’s not far away,
but she’s gone.


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