The Still Man



She looked deep into the eyes

Of the man as he lay

His heart kept on pumping

Still beating its way


His breath was quite ragged

Still trying to hang on

As his life tried to rally

And then he was gone


Slowly she rose

The knife in her hand

She looked at the ground

It was not as was planned


He should not have laughed

He should not have lied

He should now be thankful

Only the radio died.

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