hauled him
violently to the street's dark corner
He was petrified,
screaming at unmeasurable pitch
until diminishing returns
They battered him
to a state near death.
When he was a pulp
they stripped him
cursed and spat
Hung him on the wall
stabbed him through the heart
And watched him hemorrhage,
jerking.
There, he died.
Love died.
poem by Adewale Samuel
