It's not easy to live
or to have a few breathers
when your gut's full of blood
'cause you fell 20 meters.

There is saggy skin sloshing
while I perform CPR
we both know it's pointless
and yet here we are.

Not much left of your thorax,
the structure's all gone.
Expecting cracking of ribs
yet hear the scrunch of puffed corn.

Don't give me that blank stare.
I'm trying my best!
It's been thirty minutes,
and I could use some rest.

Covered you with a sheet,
and we've cleaned up our gear.
I'm sad, tired, beat.
Hated finding you here.

I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHY.
I heard you have kids.
What went wrong in your life?
Why leave them like this?