he dies

the rope,
if you can call it that,
the rope,
is taught around his neck,
what a star,
what a fan,
what a joke.

how
how
and
why

oh dear
tighter
tighter
tighter

doe doe doe dont
stop
.

the sound of breaking

he took a step in the right direction
and the ground cracked under those feet
a construction of crackers and sweat and saliva
eyes opening after a long sleep.

a giant
a monster
a god

the
words
would not come
a struggle in silence

the death of humanity

noisy creatures
held a gasp
even the trees were streaming

oh unbelieving.

crumbling
crumbling

as a poem
unfinished
diminished
forgotten.