What Happened

I could have been struck by a truck,
or shot by a broke broken man
hungry for more than my money—

the point is I died,

right there on the downtown street
of people passing people.

I wasn’t me.

I became the mind that makes us see.
I was free—

free of that bloody body

sprawled on the sidewalk,
free to float

in and out of minds

of people who were there.
Some fought me.

A woman chanted a prayer

to deliver her from evil.
A man told himself

Be tough! The world’s rough!

Don’t be a sissy!
You gotta do this, man!

Children didn’t notice me.
It’s like I fit right in.
One man grinned

a grateful smile

with glowing eyes like skies—

I’d died.

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