(from a dream)

There is a man sitting on the edge of his bed

in a small room.

He doesnít care that his pants are torn

from his leg,

and his leg is naked with a gash across

his hamstrings- bleeding.

He knows that itís there.

He knows that it bleeds.

He knows that he will die- so will we all.

He is not surprised.

He just wants you to leave him alone

so he can keep looking out his window

at life.

He wants you to leave him alone.

Through that window is where he must go,

and itís a bigger picture than the

image of him bleeding

sitting on the corner of his bed

in his room.

There is no need to point out his leg

when he is trying to look out the window.