By: DJ Hopson
You shocked me and left me to deal
with the emergency crews and the police.
There were hundreds of survivors and
only one death in the ordeal.
You said your duty was to tend to those
hurt and who had a chance.
You lick my blood and rammed your
fingers into my cuts.
You slowly slid on your belly towards the
survivors and licked their blood and
gently rubbed salve on their cuts.
I tried to yell to you, to call you over,
I tried to sit up and announce my survival,
but the pain sealed me to the ground and
my eyes refused to open to the sun.
I was the only death that day.
