He died sometime yesterday
And yet even today
There was no one to bury him.
He had no one No, not even an enemy.


And so his body lay there
Far from everyone's sight
It lay only for the vultures to feed upon.


It is sad that this was his destiny.
This was what there was to be.


No one will remember him
No, not even his mother.
Even if she were alive today.



This poem was written
sometime in 2000.