D.O.S.

THE ODOR OF DEATH

SETTLES LIGHTLY

ON MY HANDS

AS TIME ROBS ME AGAIN

OF ANOTHER MAN'S BREATH,

WHICH I WOULD HAVE

FOUGHT SO HARD

TO SAVE FOR HIM.

THIS UNKNOWN SOUL

WHO NOW LIES

DEAD IN THE STREET

AS THE CROWD STANDS ON TOES

TO SEE HIS LAST BREATH,

WILL LEAVE ONE LAST MARK.

IN MY LOG I WRITE

D.O.S.

(*D.O.S. IS AN ACRONYM FOR DEAD-ON-SCENE)

(c) RLT 1999