The Death

It was quiet and dark and the sun through the window was warming him just enough to keep him alert now his fight had begun.

The bench was hard but he could  take that it was the pain in his side and chest which filled his being everything else was  flat.

Fear gripped his mind, he was so cold inside yet a sweat was rippling down his back.His sight was blurred was he going blind.

Slowly a long hidden memory came to the fore. His mother had taught him it long before he had changed. “Gentle Jesus meek and mild look upon me a little child”

OH! Jesus if you are there help me now, I did not need you then but I do now. Jesus this pain is f###ing me, help me help me please. Slowly he slipped forward onto the  floor a darkness washed over him and he new no more.

Where are you going son. No,  out,  will not do. Listen to me boy I am asking you. Why must you run with that pack it seems to me now there  is no coming  back. What has happened to you, you were  such a good boy at school I had hopes  that you’d  go far but your just like your brother playing the fool. No your not wicked but your not a fool and I am telling you this, in my book you’re not cool.

What are you doing with that? Give it me back , don’t you threaten me son I’ll give you a smack. OH! Please will you listen to me don’t take that knife it will not set you free from the boredom in your life. It will not get you a job, it won’t make you a man what has happened to you and your world changing plan? You had vision and hunger for work a decent and pleasant boy not as you are now , just a jerk.

Clearing up quietly  the priest approached the the last row when something on the floor caught the suns last glow. Red and sticky he knew what it was  but he prayed to his God that it would not be true. The boy lying  his arms out  wide blood flowing from his side. A thought crossed his mind but he dismissed immediately. He looked like Jesus did, you see. Arms out wide , blood from his side a cut round his for head dripping blood in his eyes.

He took out his mobile and took a deep breath as he dialled , ambulance , police  he begged his mind running wild. The operator was telling him what to do,  “Keep him warm and stem the blood is what I want you to do.” He ripped off his cassock and swaddle the lad he then notice blood on his jeans ( the best ones he had) He cradled the boy and prayed in his ear  “keep trying to stay ask now, Jesus will hear.”

It was half an hour until anyone arrived the paramedic crew gently moved the priest to one side. It was too late the boy was gone, then with their radios crackling loud, the police taped the area off,with people from everywhere arriving, such a crowed.

Standing back  and looking around the priest said a prayer with out making a sound. “Dear God take the soul of this boy who died here today and give him some peace,  and if you have time help me find words to sooth his family, at least ” Then sat down exhausted, he was just a man even though he was called priest.

A woman on her way home from work regretting an argument at the start of the day was wondering how to fix things and what she could say. She always said never give up, never leave a good word unsaid.  Never leave things, sort them before you go to bed.  Passing the church she saw her youngest boys friends , he wasn’t there perhaps they could make amends.

11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Vampire Weather
    Oct 16, 2011 @ 17:11:03

    So heart-wrenching–A scene almost theatrically portrayed with a poignant tragedy. The emotion is throttling. Lines like “he looked like Jesus did” beg the question of morality and justification. Life can turn bright-eyed children into devastated and crushed adults. The scene is so gripping it hurts to read. The finality of the imagery uncovers the brutality of our stark humanity. Regardless of our titles, lives, dreams, and desires…we really are “only a man”. The priest is no less a stranger to suffering than the soldier or the mother. We share the common threads of our despair, but also of our great love. There is such a call here to seek the inner beauty that can be lost in the deluge of life. Beautiful, my friend.


  2. willowdot21
    Oct 16, 2011 @ 17:17:50

    Thank you, this is a subject that I grieve over, As you say beautiful and open mind children get crushed by the lack of jobs, the lack of guidance. Why does it have to happen why do they want to join gangs and run with the pack we must do something about it. Every day now someone is either shot or stabbed . This cannot be right!


  3. Jay
    Oct 16, 2011 @ 20:50:50

    I can’t help but to pause for a while and ponder. The essence of this post goes beyond the meaning of life or that of death for that matter, It makes one realize about the importance of living, and loving. This is so wonderful.


  4. willowdot21
    Oct 16, 2011 @ 20:58:03

    True we need to teach them how to live and love and respect.


  5. Grammar Killer
    Oct 16, 2011 @ 22:22:24

    I landed to your blog through Jay’s blog. Thank you so much for sharing this nice piece. Let me follow your blog from now on.


    • willowdot21
      Oct 17, 2011 @ 06:36:28

      Welcome and thank you for dropping in and your comments . I feel so strongly about this gun and knife culture that is developing here and I feel we must all act or we will loose a generation or two …if we have not already done so! I do write some lighter poems too , you are always welcome! X


  6. zumpoems
    Oct 17, 2011 @ 14:15:06

    Kudos for taking on this topic! So important and so related to the essence of how we manage our lives.


  7. willowdot21
    Oct 17, 2011 @ 15:04:27

    It is one I feel so deeply about we are loosing one or even two generations to gun and knife culture . We need to do something before the haemorrhage of life bleeds out. I have just written the prequel to The Death, The Cause . I also wrote a poem about the riots we had in August I am trying to help. Thank you for your comments and Kudos, I have never had that before. xx


  8. willowdot21
    Oct 19, 2011 @ 18:23:41

    Sad but too true.


  9. Donna
    Dec 01, 2011 @ 01:06:32

    Superb! Reality right in the face. The confusion, the boy, his dad, the pressures of life in cities! I especially loved the last paragraph. I’ve heard that told many times! There’s hope of a new generation of bright students with fresh ideas of hope for the future…listen & you will hear 🙂 Give them a hand they need us! ❤ Donna xoxoxoxox


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