Candid like the white mid-afternoon heat
Hot like the black sheets
And cold like the embers the morning after
Your breath to gently blow the ashes and fan the flames
A thousand wings beckon and rise
Into the morning sky twice as clean
Your dream the scene where you played every part
Where they tied string around your bleeding heart
In the distance time itself rolls across the horizon
And death beats a drum across the arid savannah
Not even the hyenas are immune to your call
Skulking and skittish while the cats are still eating
Sharp eyes see it all from dizzying heights
But not fish eagles in flight
I mean you from your final resting place
Whole save the tongue to taste
Life which left you on a day as beautiful as this
A typical African sunset tryst
Snakes hide from this heat but not you
Bullets and guns could not achieve what nature slew
Cut down in your prime while nobody knew
That you were busy saving others before you lost your life
Just another death
Just another short life
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