Choking, coughing, spitting earth, air almost, anytime now. Awe, he was out. His head at least. Covered in red clay, struggling. Was he broken? Buried for so long, bumped from behind, unconscious, unwilling.
“Ahh, ahh,” life, still. “No!” he screamed. “They didn’t!”
Tears, taunting, mixing with pieces of clay. They tried to kill me. Floundering, a foot, worming out, another foot freed. There came a knee, another knee. Finally his shoulders. He sat up. Feeling his body, remembering the wound. A hole midway of his chest, charred black, ribs broken. Smiling, he looked at the full moon and howled.
“Ahh, ahh,” life, still. “No!” he screamed. “They didn’t!”
Tears, taunting, mixing with pieces of clay. They tried to kill me. Floundering, a foot, worming out, another foot freed. There came a knee, another knee. Finally his shoulders. He sat up. Feeling his body, remembering the wound. A hole midway of his chest, charred black, ribs broken. Smiling, he looked at the full moon and howled.
