Watching A Man Die

I think I’d like to watch a man die.

To see the desperation in his eyes

as tears well up, falling from his

clenched chin.

I think I’d like to watch a man die.

Gasping for breath with arms

outstretched holding a picture

of his first love.

I think I’d like to watch a man die.

Words drooling from his parched,

cracked lips. Unrecognizable threw

his distressed lies.

I think I’d like to watch a man die.

But if he were to swear his innocence,

I think I’d rather watch him live,

or, yet, survive.