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...