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One Dead, Many Living
Words by John Grey
Image by Hanna Bechtle
No question, seeing a man die
has stayed with me.
I've watched them walk,
heard them talk,
but the repetition bored me.
They were nothing
until the car skidded,
smashed into a pole,
the driver's door flung open,
and a bloody mass of human being
slumped half out into the road,
Man came into his own that day.
No more the blank guy in the dark suit,
the invisible shopkeeper who sold me candy.
A million of them could have pounded sidewalks,
rode the bus, drove, caught cabs,
coughed or spat or held their tongue,
and I've had been none the wiser.
But one man panicked, slammed his brakes,
sacrificed himself so all these others
could be known.
The battered, shattered crimson face
was the first of many faces.
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