Jacob bleeds
Right on the street
Jacob bleeds
All on your feet.
You stomp and sputter
And curse and shout
But you do nothing
To stop the spout.
Jacob's blood
Made no demands
Yet Jacob's blood
Is on your hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this about suicide and how you never know it's there until it happens?