He found me stuck under a boulder,
bleeding red into the grass.
My lungs were tight, shriveled,
quivering, and clutching for a breath.
I begged for him to help me out
in a tiny, choked voice;
but he paid me with a smile.
He bent low and reached into my pocket,
took what I had;
he tipped his hat and stepped over me.
The thief left me to die.
