Death in a Supermarket

    I heard you cry like a bird
    and saw your white face
    stripped of all masks
    and pained,
    hands panicked and fumbling blind
    at the rows of stupid produce
    now tumbling down –
    then you started your own slow fall.
    And I watched, stunned and saw
    your paroxysms, legs flapping
    and no one to hold you at the end
    poor sod
    whimpering, friendless, then dead,
    lying amongst the yoghurt on the cold,
    littered floor.

       – Jogyata.