His eyes rolled back
Treasure to have found
What he could now see,
To be here and follow his Track,
There was not a sound;
As he dangled from a tree
Except that of his Lament,
They stooded shocked
As his soul began to drift
Without its last sacrement
Denied to Dock,
Death had widened his rift,
Children cried
Bar one
Who stood, stared open eyed
With demented pleasure.

-Michael Hampton