Hit And Run

 

                         Rejecting my outstretched hand,

                         He died alone,

                         Expressing unuttered,

                         The mute reproach of his betrayal

                         By those he loved the most.

 

                         There was no peace here, no final rites

                         No mourners bore witness, to mark his passing

                         His bier, the silent asphalt street

                         The cloudless blue sky, his only shroud.

                         I bowed before his last testament

                         Haunted by his bitter legacy

                         The guilt and the shame was mine.

 

   

                                                            Jack Mashman