A Cutting Death

March 29 2014 002

He hides in the crowd

Afraid for his life

He curls up in panic

He knows there’s a knife

 

He’s yanked to the fore

With nary thought

The cutting is quick

For those that are caught

 

The action is swift

The life force is done

No more to shine

His days in the sun

 

Death sweeps away

The thoughts and the cares

All that remains

Are the discarded hairs

 

I’ll take just a trim

Off my shaky old head

So toss them aside

Those cut hairs are dead

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