He did not have the time to even whisper <br />the reasons for that crime against his kin, <br />there was no room inside my damaged heart <br />for any mercy or a whiff of past humanity. <br />I did not use the polished Turkish dagger <br />on him, that would have been revenge, <br />that one is still in place, conveying pain. <br />I've longed for years to climb the highest mountain, <br />but never dreamed to watch a human fly <br />there was no sound until the impact far below. <br />Was it a fitting end, it's not for me to know.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-flew/
