An inanimate
   Blood - red spot
   Awakes curiobity
   Of the crowd passing by
   Still warm pieces of
   A short life
   Bits of human flesh
   Deprived of shape
   Reached by fate
   Enhances common fear
   Of the crowd passing by
   It's fate breathes deep
   It's fate witers nearby
   Smoking and coughing
   Biting nails
   He may recognize
   Half - dried drops of blood
   And a smell
   The exciting fragrance
   Of broken innocence
   The tuth's endangered
   So off he goes
   With a tear in his eye
   And the same
   Question - why?
   Slowly he dissapears
   Among the indifferent crowd
   Passing by...