The Dead Zone

The Dead Zone   5/1/2015

The dying breathe

Like a fish on the deck

Opening and closing their mouth

Reflexive, spasmodic,

And dead.

We see what we want

But it is impossible to forget

All that we fear

And all that we lose.

We can argue all day

But nothing can persuade

A man who has observed,

And knows.

Reality is the beaten man

Lying in a ditch

Barely able to speak

Swollen and bleeding.

You will probably not hear it

But that doesn’t mean

It did not happen

Just another drop in the ocean

No one wants to hear. 

Sometimes all you can do

Is  survive

But today is a day

To do a little more.

Stand up

And say no

Lest the beast be fed,

And devour us all. 

Because even a beast

Cannot survive

Without victims,

Or praise.