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It went straight through him.
His body responding with an
animalistic loss of control.
He could see and feel the reactions,
powerless to stop the scene.

A crowd was gathering now,
small at first, but growing with the steady
assurance of a spectacle.
He saw this and willed them away.
Unable to communicate,
they stayed, waited, watched.

Some brave souls lurched forth to help him
before turning, heads down and walking
back to the waiting audience.
There was no hope for him now.

The spasms and contusions had
reached a fever pitch, his unearthly
screams sending shivers through those watching.
After one particularly hoarse yell, there was silence

He lay on the ground, retching, turning,
but the noise had gone out. Gradually
the spasms slowed, and the spectacle
was reduced to little more than a quivering wreck.

The crowd dispersed,
gossiping in astonished whispers
that grew louder with each step away.
He lay there. Unable to move,
unable to escape.

As morning’s disc rose,
He found new strength,
Moved off the street and into the alley.
It would all happen again,
He knew it, but for now
He had to leave this place,
Another on a long list.

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Dan A'Vard

Thornbury, Australia

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