Get lost!


I saw death
a street away
I looked for the hollow eyes
the silence
I was still young

he seemed more for the tropics
an African or Indian
but he had it in for my dad
'get lost' I shouted
not a word too much

later he assisted in healthcare
screwed me proffesionally
we stood and looked at it
the incubator
bundeling a premature

I regocnized  'blind' death
when he had it in
for my lover
and didn't want to show me
if in his eyes
there was a heaven.