(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
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.