Fourth Bench, City Hall Park

And there were children

on my watch,

whose hearts stopped before the reaper’s

clock,

sad figurines their little

bodies still,

a precious soul now still

just hours before they hopped, skipped

and jumped,

oh dear medic of the far away watch,

please save the next child from the reaper’s

slot.

I came,

I saw,

I lost,

little children of the medic’s

watch…

Copyright,

William “Wild Bill” Taylor

March, 2005