#73

I saw the car

speed guiltily away.

I rushed ahead,

a young girl lay.

Her once pink frock

was drenched in red.

So was her chest.

So was her head.

Her eyes were open ,

still wide open with shock.

Her pale blue ribbon

didn't match with her frock.

The smile had not yet gone

from that lovely little face.

Though her gut lay split open,

she still retained her grace.

I pitied her friends and family,

who had no idea at all

that one man's mistake

was goin to kill them all.

I asked the Holy Bastard

and his Holy Father and all,

How,What and Why the hell

did they not return

that poor wretch's call ?

I tried and tried

but could not pray

'coz somewhere silently along with her,

my faith had died away.