oblivion

milling, milling
no aim in mind
just milling
and milling

and then
a big shadow
brings with it a crunching sound

splintered bones and
mingled flesh
half plastered on the cement slate

a silent scream
a hopeless struggle
no aim in mind
no strength to fight
as pain becomes numbness
and a strain on consciousnes

the predator arrives
and
darkness dawns

no, not even a tomb
for this unjust obliviscence