Poor Billy

"¿Quién es? ¿Quién es?" he called,

Seeking answers, in the dark,

'Sé muy triste', he might have said.

Questing, then, he moved,

Como quien busca.

Wondering what he'd heard,

¡Ahora sí!

Dumbstruck by the blast,

There he fell,

Even as he fell, seeking words,

Dying in the dark, seeking still.

'Este fin! Pobre Billy! Este fin'.

"¿Estoy muriendo?" he asked.

"No, boy", was the reply,

"You was always a long time dead."

© Frank Wilson - Written in the dark a long time ago.