— in memory of Georgy Gongadze
They killed him
again and again.
One stab, one kick, one grin
after another, after another, after another
while the darkness all together smothered
any heavy breathed fright
and nervous dogs whelped out of sight.
And I in shock
by the fire
in my more than human way
stood up to say;
“Stop! Isn’t once enough?”,
To which the brightest replied
(a grinning toddler at his side),
“For the dead yes, but for the living never!”
