Matters not how one dies
If natural or other if one's tortured
Tide to a slab knee deep in cement
If it's streaming live via the net
Maybe it's the unknown
Where one goes after
Some get off on it like to watch
One begging pleading for one's life
A morbid fascination people have with death
Whether it's natural or one's tortured
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a pretty smooth poem