Always

I wonder

who would it be

next

who would it be

that one

that only

one

who died in that hour

at that minute

who did that thing

that wasn’t a thing

but a perception

of a thing

as more than it really was

just

blood and bones

and

a thought

that it was real

before it wasn’t

that it was a person

before it wasn’t

allowed to speak

to be

to remember

all the things

that make us human

and why

we should always

always

fight

to stay alive