On his way down, he screamed

and screamed,

but the path was set

and

the fall continued

uninterrupted

since screams never

reverse

the effect.

 

I wonder whether

a man,

plunging towards unforgiving concrete

has time to think and

if yes

what the thoughts would be?

The fear would not be death

but

the image of mangled flesh

but still

that is not much of a bother.

 

Pain would be the bother,

Pain that precedes

the mangled flesh.

A happy thought

though,

death  arrives

before pain…

if

you are lucky.

 

How fortunate are we,

for birds

never think of such absurdities,

else

if such images

entered their thoughts

they would never fly.

 

Fivos R Drymiotis  11/9/2005