another body drop

another reason,for the unfinished prayer
the sun bright, minutes before it sets;
became the audience but question why the world turn me cold.

the breeze intermix  
with cries and tears,
hits with chills to the bone.

all eyes on the angel of death
indeed she took the soul from throat
and took it to her home
were the scene of death
will take the next roll.

(moment of silence for the mother who lost her son)