i saw a man die yesterday
and i did nothing but stand and watch.
curiosity got the best of me while
someone else´s cat lay lifeless on the ground.
another man with a beard pressed the balls of his hands
against the cold man´s chest, pounding a fervent prayer
to come back for a second helping, an encore
or simply a guest appearance on borrowed time.
the day was sunny, the sky was blue like the ocean
and his stomach made waves with each compression.
i thought, what a beautiful morning, and then i wondered if
the man was leaning against the ambulancia, with a crooked smile
while he watched the people kneel around his body.
would he have chosen a different day, a day of gloom and rain
with fervent winds, a declaration of misery and loss
so that his family and friends would not have to feel conflicted
by an opposing association, like orgasm during rape or
death on sunny days
and when they put him in the truck, after a series of failed shocks
he was whisked away and i continued walking home