The Wounded Boy
Car collision crushed
A young boy,
Though his flesh
Hiding fly’s bones

At Steve Biko Hospital
We sat on our bench
With our breath
Choked by his wounds

His seven seconds walk by
Took him seven years

His sick tibia,
Causing his chameleon drag
He is passing with his eyes
Dropped on the floor

He roped our care along
Dumped our neglect
And we are left
With our shocked gape