Fallen leaves

Laying fractured on the ground, a broken limb bound

Rope of hemp with a noose, dead dove, above a mate coos

When In a predator's eye a bird will fly or die

Wings will reach the sky or in cruel maw lie

A time of human abuse sanctioned slavery the excuse

He'd run away before, next time death was swore

Healed from lash's hurt with life's end he did flirt

A new pile of dirt, torn bloodied shirt

Ghosts of birds that soar, left were the shoes he wore

Whispering breeze's secret drown in the baying of the hound

No one grieves over fallen leaves

Blown away their sound, no tracks left to confound

Death misery relieves, to others it deceives

 Fading footsteps on broken ground, never a body found

Reviews

[Dylan Macadham]

Man's inhumanity, cold and raw ... will we ever learn?
Felt like I was in the scene. You captured it!
Dylan

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment it is always appreciated