Abel Poem by Coughy Kid

Abel
By: Cassidy Baskerville

He died with a fractured leg
Not a pint of blood where he laid
His organic body soon to fade
Almost if he were never made

His body in shock and eyes wide open
The meaning of his death still unspoken
But his memory a small token
Of the world we live in broken

Lying there innocent among men
Not knowing death before even then
He had no fear of what had been
And now he'll never be again

No family there or friends in sight
Failing to live with his tiny might
In life's malice lost his fight
In peace reached a heavenly height

All alone in a cardboard creche
Flies and ants eating flesh
No blink, shiver nor a thresh
Soon to become earthly mesh

We carried him to a sacred place
In a grave we made holy space
Where none could nor would disgrace
The beauty of his stone cold face

We stood above, looking down the grave

Few words said
Some tears shed
Feeling misled
Dead

Needing a name, we gave him Abel
The baby rabbit whose life was fatal
And we hoped he might be a fable
To those that's life's unstable

And when it was time to go
We left with a small feeling of woe
But the message abel hath bestow
Gave us a nice, enlightened glow