Grey and Death

Grey and Death

There was no color
on the 93rd floor
when those bastard boys
abducted me.

The other’s
like me,
6 years old
in their desks.
The teacher blind
to the heist.

Those bastard boys
placed a ladder
from my window
to the next,
across the way.

It was me
on the roof
when those bastard
boys
pushed me.
Didn’t you see?

I fell
to the ground
without a touch
to the brick
streaming
concrete.

Those bastard boys
gone
the school kids
looking
to the ground.

Those bastard boys
killed me!

No, I am alive!
I am right here!
Don’t you see me?