When I’m down
will there be people standing around?
like spectators at a
boxing
match
When I’m down
will there be blood on the ground?
the pavement reflecting the
flashing lights
of sound
When I’m down
will there be friends around?
Or will my eyes close to
the faces
of strangers?
When I’m down
will there be anyone around?
Or will I leave this world
in silence
without a
sound?
November 16, 1991
