Karma
Falling from the parapet
Into a cold, stone
Courtyard. He lies
Wet, Broken,
One eye still open
And in it
A mirrored picture
Of the last person
To see him
Alive.
His killer,
Immortalised,
The section of
Time and Energy
Fixed, unchangeable
Never forgotten.
And know that
Judgement Day
Will come
To Everyman.
Thus, there is
No Escape.
Copyright © - Duncan N. Cunningham - 19th July 1998